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So I want to preface this by saying I'm not opposed to toys in the bedroom but that being said she did not tell me about this one and keeps it hidden from the others. If I wasn't looking for something specific under our bed I probably wouldn't have ever found the box it was in or known it existed.
So another thing that's odd is it's appearance. It is the biggest, fattest and blackest cock I have ever seen. It's incredibly detailed too. It looks real from a distance and is clearly not a cheap one. I want to preface this by saying I don't care that it's black but this is the stereotypical BBC porn cock. It's massive and while I am a decent size this thing dwarfs me and I am a LOT smaller than it.
I think the thing that bothers me the most is not that she has it but that it's a secret kept in a special wooden box under her side of the bed with a small half empty container of lube so in addition to it's location I can assume she uses it sometimes.
This is also the same woman who "wasn't comfortable" with me wanting to buy a pocket pussy which honestly kind of pissed me off because we own a couple vibrators we use during sex for her to get off since she can't finish without one (believe me I've tried) and now finding her secret dildo honestly makes me pretty mad when she didn't want me to get a pocket pussy to try.
We're definitely going to be talking about this when she gets home from work. (I had today off) I'm literally just going to sit down on my chair with the dildo on the table next to me when she gets home and we'll get to the bottom of this.
Edit: Wow this blew up overnight. There's so many comments and messages I can't keep up but a lot of you are asking for an update so here it is. When she got home I was just sitting on the bed with the box next to me and just calmly told her I found this box and wanted to talk about it. She looked horrified but agreed. We had a long discussion and as it turns out she bought it because she wanted something huge to play with. We discussed the double standard of her not wanting me to own sex toys while she has vibrators and this thing.
She realized that's wrong and apologized. I told her she could make it up to me by showing me how she uses that thing. Which she did so by attaching it to the wall and riding it while I was in her mouth which was honestly a lot more fun than I expected just because she was so turned on she could barely stand it. After discussing it further neither of us would be interested in having another person in the bedroom but the toy was fun.
I also ordered a pocket pussy. | Sounds like she’s already been to the bottom of it. |
This is going to get long. Really long. No tl:dr at the bottom, I'm just getting things off my chest.
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This will probably get me a lot of hate, so I don't know if I'll be reading comments or replying. I know in parts of this story I will sound like a selfish asshole. Let's cut to the chase:
My wife needs a liver transplant, and part of me wants her to die before getting one (and I struggled using the word "want", but if I am confessing, I'll be blunt).
Well now that that is out there, how about a little background? Wife and I have been married for 12 years and have one child. We met in a Germany (she is German) but moved to the States in 2010. Things were good for the first couple years. Some culture shock, disappointments when education didn't transfer, and learning the ins-and-outs of living stateside, but nothing drastic. That's when the depression began.
Wife became super depressed. She was working part time, where I was working 12-hour days. I would leave for work before she woke up, and I would get home after her. Despite that, I would have to get our son ready and take him to daycare in the mornings, and most days I would pick him. This is where things started to go down hill around the house. Dishes would get left in the sink overnight, floors wouldn't get swept as often, stuff like that. And I'm not saying that is all her fault; I'm an adult and know how to wash a dish or operate a broom, but sometimes after 12 hours at work, fuck that noise. I chalked it up having a toddler, a dog, and two working adults. It is a house, not a museum.
I mentioned the depression, let's get back to that. It started simple enough, crashing on the couch. She'd get home after a rough day, have some wine, and pass out on the couch. Not every night, maybe once a month. This lasted for months, but over the course of over two years, it became more and more normal and she was drinking more and more until it was more often than not.
With her on the couch, intimacy started to wane. Again it was gradual, and again I chalked it up to raising a family. Then the rejections started. Please don't take what I'm about to say as prostitution, it was just part of our relationship dynamic, but we would change things for sexual favors. For example, "If you cook dinner and do the dishes tonight, I'll give you a blow job," or "If you want to go hang out with the boys, you better fuck me now." Just our thing. Well she kept making those same promises, but would never go through with. Yes, I know that no one ever owes anyone else sex. Yes, I know it is her body. But at that point, we were going without sex for months. I was still asking, she was still saying yes later, and she would pass out. No biggie once or twice, but this had become the norm. Everytime that she promised but passed out instead was a rejection. I would stare at her while she slept and just hurt.
Fast forward a few years; she is drinking more and I've stopped asking. We are roommates at this point. She has stopped working and stays at home full time. The house is a wreck. Clutter and dirt everywhere. We stop having friends over, so no one will see the clutter. Baskets of unfolded laundry in baskets. Every morning I would search for matching socks. Every morning I was remind of how little she did around the house. This is also when we were fighting all time. Both yelling, her crying, her passing out...it was our nightly routine.
One of my often repeated points in our arguments was the house. I'm working full time, the kid was in school, she was home all day, why is the place a mess? What was happening was she was getting drunk in the morning, passing out, getting up in the afternoon, just drink and pass out in the evening, but not before squeezing a fight. I was done and was ready for a divorce, only thing that keeping me from doing it was my son, but something had to change. I laid down my ultimatum: get a job, go back to school, or GTFO!!!
She picks going back to school. I help her look for a school and find a program she is really excited about. The drinking lessens (never stops), and good times are here again. Until I get the phone call at work. She called to let me know she was about to kill herself. Didn't see that coming. Rush home, get there just in time.
Let's revisit that depression I mentioned earlier. She was in counseling and working to find the right balance of medication, but something that day was too much. She was checked into the kind of hospital that takes your shoe laces and was there a week or two. She was like a changed person.
Fast forward a few years. You need a psychiatrist (an actual MD) to prescribe medication. Hers retires. The office where she gets counseling didn't hire a new one. She stops taking the medication.
Hello again depression, and I see you brought anxiety with you. Awesome. Oh, and here comes the drinking again, but it has managed to increase. Double awesome. This time, the wife couldn't be without alcohol. She started sleeping downstairs again, a drink always within reach. **ALWAYS.** She would carry a bottle in her purse. Eventually, she got sick.
Wow, that was a lot, but it brings us to the last two years. At the beginning of 2017, she was hospitalized. Early stages of liver failure, but still treatable. Think she quit drinking? Nope. A few months later, I come home with my son and find my wife collapsed and unresponsive on the floor. Ambulance ride, ICU, coma.
The doctors aren't sure she'll live. At this point, I'm devastated but I try to steel myself for the possibility. The last few years haven't been great, and I was ready for a divorce, but I didn't want her dead. She is the mother of.......OH FUCK!!! It hits me. It hits me hard. I was prepared for her to get sick, possibly die, but facing the real possibility I realized, I would have to tell my son. I would have to look him in the eyes and say "Mommy is gone." I hit bottom. I know I cried the rest of that night.
She made it. Eventually, she woke up, was moved out of the ICU, and sent home. For a week. That is when the seizure happened. Another ambulance ride. She aspirated during the seizure, which led to pneumonia, which led to the ICU. However, in her weakened state, she couldn't be treated locally. She was transferred to a University hospital. She needed a new liver, but to get one, you must be sober for six months. She got worse.
She was transferred again, this time to a hospital we'll just say is ranked pretty high GLOBALLY. No new liver, but things got better. She was released with a new lease on life. She quit drinking. She was transferred back to the local hospital, and continued out patient treatment. End 2017.
2018 started good, but, about midway her conditioned Worsened again. No worries. She is being treated by a doc, and with her new sobriety, they'll put her on the list. She can't do a lot on her own. I have to open bottles of water, help with medication, and some activities of daily living. The house is more cluttered than ever, the wife still sleeps downs stairs, and sex is nonexistent (obviously), but things are looking good. I'm not going to lie, these last two years have been rough. I know I haven't been perfect, and things have fallen by the wayside, but the major things are taken care of. The boy gets hot food every night, help with his homework, and clean clothes every day. The wife gets to her appointments and gets her treatments. I'm still working, even picked up a promotion.
Then tonight. I just found two grocery bags full of empty cans and wine containers. She has been hiding drinks. I'm done. The last two years have been absolute hell. It has taken every ounce of me to not loseit . To manage everything. I can't anymore. Everyday I would drive home from work, I would get stressed. As soon as I open the door, I'm overwhelmed with everything that needs to be done, but I focus on getting all the necessary things taken care of to keep the household rolling. I've been so lonesome having a wife, who turned into a roommate, who turned into a responsibility.
During the many, many appointments I've been to, one doctor explained the liver transplant this way, "Two people will die so that you can live. The person who gave you the liver and the person that didn't get it in time because you did." So here it is, here is my confession:
***Part of me thinks my wife doesn't deserve the transplant, and my life would be easier if she wasn't here.***
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EDIT: I know I haven't replied to anyone, but I did read most of the comments. Thank you for you advice and words of support. My reason for not replying is that I wrote this confession for my own catharsis. I just needed to get some things off my chest and never intended for it to get as big as it did.
I did want to make a few general comments in reference to what you all have been saying.
1) This was a one-sided, biased confession. Of course the whole story is multifaceted and more complex, but really, wasn't this post long enough?
2) A lot of people commented on the alcoholism, and it is a serious issue, but honestly I believe the drinking is a side effect/symptom of the depression. I know some of the major underlying causes of the depression, though I didn't say them. Both problems are serious mental health concerns not to be taken lightly that work viscously together to destroy lives.
3) For fucks sake, it isn't just a dirty house. It is the constant feeling of having to drag someone through life. Of having someone that you were counting on constantly letting you down. It was a thousand little hurts that build over time.
4) I reread what I wrote and found several spelling, grammer, and typing mistakes. Not going to fix one. I feel they are part of the struggle I was having to get all my emotions out there.
Thanks again everyone. | This will sound harsh and will probably garner me a lot of downvotes - but if you’re miserable, you have every right to pursue divorce. |
I want to do a lot of specific sex stuff and my body being how it is now.... I just feel people will be more likely to engage in the the things I want when I have a more conventionally attractive body. I'll probably enjoy it more too.
I will continue to tell my friends, family and doctor that I'm just trying to be healthier.
Edit: Thank you SO MUCH for all the upvotes, I really didn't expect so much attention!! I really appreciate it and I'll do my best for everyone!
Edit 2: Oh my god thank you so much for the awards!! This is my first time getting one! I hope everyone continues to have fun and for people asking about getting started and feeling confident etc, my DM's are always open | Honestly it's the best motivation I can think of |
I have two male pit mixes and they're more or less in a gay relationship with eachother. They fuck each other a lot. I tried to stop them at first but they just keep going right to it so I just gave up. Well my neighbor came over once and complained about them fucking in the front yard (I usually put them in back) she was very rude about and I don't like her or her husband anyway so now I only put them in the front yard and I will also keep them from fucking in the house if I can so they fuck out in the front yard the most.
My neighbors husband came over too and complained the other day. He's a preppy stuck up dick. I told him it's a free country and my gay dogs can fuck in the yard if they want. He didn't like that and said he was gonna call the cops. The cops never came but my dogs still fuck in the yard and I sometimes see my neighbors shut their blinds angrily while they fuck lol
Edit: Wow this blew up more than I expected lol Thank y'all for the love and support. I'll try to respond to as many comments as I can. Long story short my neighbors are nosy asshole retirees who like to stick their noses everywhere because they're bored. That's it.
For those concerned about the dogs believe me they're fine. Yeah it's weird and not something I'm fond of that they do but even when I used to drag them off of each other they would just go right back to it. I couldn't get them to stop for over a year of trying to correct it. They are both fixed.
My wife thinks they're gay. I honestly think they're just horny dogs. I think when one of them dies the other is gonna start fucking the couch the next day. Otherwise they're normal dogs but they don't try to fuck other dogs so I don't know exactwhat they're thinking I guess. | well, this is something i did not expect to read |
When I was eleven, my mum gave birth to my little brothers (identical twin boys). My sister and I (also identical twins), decided it would be funny to swap them. They had bands on their wrist identifying them but we were able to ease them off and swap them. We then placed them in each other's cribs. We did it because we thought our parents would realise straight away and laugh since they were able to tell us apart even when we swapped clothes. However, they didn't.
A while later (possibly a few weeks to a month) we decided to swap them back because we gradually became scared they'd find out and we'd get into trouble. We swapped their babygrows (that had their names on), but by that time my mum had gotten used to their faces and individuality and asked what we were playing at swapping their clothes.
We never told her that we were actually trying to reverse an original and successful trick because we knew she wouldn't believe us or be furious. So we are the only family members who know that they're swapped and that the eldest is actually the youngest. Only one of our best friends know the truth.
They are sixteen in December. We plan to tell them one day because they have a right to know, but neither of us have the balls at the moment.
EDIT: Thank you for the advice and feedback. I was speaking to my sister on Skype today and I brought it up. She said was on her mind over the weekend too. We've agreed to tell our parents before we tell the boys and see what they say. We don't live with our mum, dad, and brothers anymore but it's something we need to do face-to-face. When lockdown is over we're going to bite the bullet and get it over with. | Loool, but at this point who cares. Their names don't matter, their personality does. |
Some years ago I decided to go alone on a beautiful two day hike a few hours away from where I lived. I decided to do it because I wanted to challenge myself as I hadn't really done much on my own at that age and highly dependent on other people.
If you're familiar with the route and in good shape you can complete it in one day, but due to me getting lost and stopping to enjoy the scenery I had to set up camp twice.
A couple of years later I met a girl that I fell in love with instantly. I hadn't been with anyone before so to me she was extra special and within 6 months of meeting eachother we moved in together.
After being together for a little over a year and a half I took her to the same trail that I hiked alone years earlier, and we had an amazing time. We didn't rush it but because I knew the route we finished late on the second day.
The year after and on the same date we walked the trail again. Due to some bad weather we had to set up camp twice. Even though that year wasn't as good as the first we enjoyed it alot.
Third year of being together things wasn't as good as the previous years. I could feel something was wrong in our relationship, but it being my first relationship I didn't know it had run it's course. In an attempt to bring back the spark I suggested we should do the trip a third time and she agreed. We had a good time, but it just wasn't the same.
A little bit after this I ended the relationship because I could tell she wasn't happy. Or I thought she wasn't happy. The next few months absolutely sucked for me. I decided to go no contact because talking to her would be too hard. I still loved her very much.
I struggled a lot for about 8 months. I quit my job, I moved back in with my parents and I isolated myself completely. I quit doing anything that reminded myself of her.
We used to watch TV shows togeher, play games on my nintendo, we cooked together and had our favorite recipes. I stopped doing all of this. I couldn't even go back to dating. Even flirting with girls felt wrong.
I was absolutely miserable so in an attempt to get my shit back together, I thought it'd be a good idea to reintroduce myself to the things we did and make them my own. I cooked our favorite meal, I watched the last season of game of thrones and I invited a friend over to play Mario Kart. It was depressing at first, but after a bit I managed to enjoy doing it without her.
Thinking I was getting over her I figured I should go on our hike once again alone, just like I did the first time. It was the ultimate symbolic nail in the coffin of our relationship. My plan was to start dating again after this trip and I knew exactly who I was going to ask out.
The day came for the trip, and I was getting ready. I was excited, but a little bit depressed as well. I felt butterflies in my stomach and a little bit nauseous. I was shaking more and more the closer I got to the parking site.
I arrived late in the day as my sleep schedule had been rather out of sync for a very long time. Once I got my gear out of the car I debated not doing the trip at all. It didn't feel right somehow. After thinking about it for some time I decided to do it. I had to do it.
I didn't enjoy it at first, but it was a beautiful day so I came to enjoy it after the first hour or so. I was getting hungry so I looked for a spot to camp for the night. After eating and thinking for a little bit I decided to walk a little longer. I remembered the first camping spot my ex and I used and it was only a 25 minute walk or so.
Once I got there I spotted another tent in the exact same spot as we were in the first time. I tried to look around for a person but there I couldn't see or hear anyone. I set up my tent not too far away, but not too close either so they wouldn't feel creeped out.
I sat outside with a fire enjoying the dusk. It was getting dark when I heard the neighbour talking on the phone. It was a girl and her voice was so recognizable I freezed up for about a minute. I tried to listen to what she said, but I couldn't make it out. I was 90% sure it was her, but it had been a long time.
She didn't talk after that so I guess she fell asleep. I on the other hand could not sleep at all.
I was still using the same tent my ex and I used when we went together. I hoped she would recognize it in the morning, but to make sure I left my sweater outside that I'd had for years.
When I woke up the next morning I had hardly slept at all. My entire body screamed for me to look outside and see if the neighbour tent was still there. When I finally did, I saw that it wasn't.
I got out, ready to eat my breakfast and then I saw her. It was really her. She waved at me and after a few seconds I waved back. She came over towards me and said hello. I asked her why she was there and she told me she enjoyed the hike so much she wanted to do it again. I asked her if she was with anyone and she said no, it was just her.
I remember thinking it was a little odd as she'd always been a little scared at night when we were together. I couldn't imagine her ever going alone. I was also very shocked to even see her again. I can barely remember what happened just after that, but I remember eating my breakfast and sharing some of my cookies with her. She showed me her new tattoo and told me she was planning to get more. I never took her for a tattoo person. She had changed so much, but she still had the same personality.
For the rest of the way we walked together. We talked and we laughed.
Eventually we made it to the second camping spot and we set up our tents. We got ready to eat and compared our foods. I brought MRE spaghetti and she had stale crisp bread (Not exactly sure what it's called in english) and liver pate. She looked a little disappointed so I asked her if we could switch because my stomach hurt a little bit and I didn't feel like eating spaghetti.
She didn't accept at first, but after some convincing she happily accepted my offer.
It was getting late so we decided to head to bed. I was crazy tired after walking all day so I fell asleep almost immediately. Sometimes during the night I woke up and heard her coming into my tent. She told me she was hearing some scary sounds, I told her I couldn't hear anything. She mumbled something for a bit and then asked me if she could sleep in my tent with me. I was half asleep but somehow managed to move my stuff around enough to make room for her.
She brought her sleeping bag and got inside. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard her taking her clothes off and suddenly I was wide awake. She never enjoyed sleeping with her clothes on so I knew she was naked. She also made sure to leave her bra between our sleeping bags so I could get a good look on it.
It took some discipline to fall back asleep, but eventually I managed to do it.
When I woke up the following morning she was still sleeping and I was spooning her. I had set up my tent with a little bit of an incline so sometimes during the night she must have inched closer and closer to me.
After so many months of not being with someone, lying this close her and knowing she was naked in her sleeping bag made me extremely horny. I almost came right there in the sleeping bag. I decided to go out and rub one out in the woods, but the action of getting out of my sleeping bag woke her up. I told her I was going out to pee, but I don't think I hid my boner well enough.
I got out and realized I really had to pee so I stood by the trees for a few minutes waiting for it to calm down enough to let the water out. It was close to impossible, but eventually I managed to do it.
Having been out there for a good few minutes I heard her yelling at me asking what was taking so long. I just said I really really had to pee. She told me to come back, but I knew I wouldn't be able to walk all day this horny. She yelled again so I went back inside.
She was still in her sleeping bag, still mostly naked but she had put on a thin, but still see-through sweater. She sat up straight and zipped down her sleeping bag and gave me a good long look at her boobs.
I swear I almost passed out from blood loss. I couldn't hold myself back so I kissed her. She kissed me back and within seconds we were both naked on her sleeping bag having sex.
We had sex twice and to this day it's some of the best sex of my life.
For the rest of the trip we were back to our old selves, exactly how we were before the relationship took a bad turn. It felt amazing and I don't think I've ever been happier.
When the trip ended we hung around for a bit, but eventually got back in our cars and drove off.
When I got home I unblocked her on facebook and looked through her profile. Sadly I noticed a guy she had introduced me to at the end of our relationship in some of her pictures. I asked my friend and he said they got together a few weeks after we ended it. I'm not sure if she cheated on me or if she just acted weird because she developed feelings for the guy, but I fell back into the same depression I'd developed after our breakup. It didn't last as long but it took much more from me to get out of it.
I also learned from our mutual friend that he was the reason she got into tattoos and that they only dated a few months and that she was the one that ended it.
I wanted to contact her, but after some time and rational consideration I decided not to.
After some time I met a new girl. She was amazing and I enjoyed her company a lot. I realized that I didn't love her, but I clinged on to her to not be alone I think. We dated for a few months, but I couldn't get serious with her. I believe she was in love with me so I couldn't bring myself to end it.
My yearly hiking trip date was coming up. I debated going, but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep myself from going just in case my ex did.
I packed my stuff and left for the hike. I got there early and waited in my car to see if she showed up. I sat in my car for two hours just waiting when I finally saw a car arriving. Sure enough it was her, but the car was new.
I waved at her and she smiled and waved back. We caught up and I told her I had a girlfriend. She looked a little disappointed but she was happy for me. She did ask if I minded us sharing a tent so she didn't have to carry hers, and stupidly enough I agreed.
We started the hike and we had a good time. It was not the same as the previous year, it got a little awkward at times, but it was fun.
The first night was tough. She once again got naked in her sleeping bag and I was horny as hell. My girlfriend and I did not have good sex, it was boring and I prioritized masturbating over having sex with her most of the times.
That night I got out to masturbate two times and I was still horny when trying to fall asleep.
The next morning she woke me up saying she was ready to eat. When i finally managed to open my eyes and look at her she unzipped her sleeping bag showing me her fully naked body. We kissed and touched eachother for a little bit but I broke it off before anything really happened. I had no idea where that strength came from, but I didn't want to cheat on my current girlfriend.
We ate breakfast and after a quick bathroom break away from eachother (yep, I masturbated) set off for the last part of the trail.
Things got weird and we decided to walk the rest of the way over camping another night.
We got to the end and said our goodbyes and immediately I regretted finishing the hike so early. I stopped her from leaving and invited her to talk for a bit. We sat on a bench and talked, I told her I wasn't happy with my girlfriend and she helped me a good bit. I realized I had to break up with her.
By the end we kissed and touched eachother some more. I fingered her for some time and she blew me. She ended it there and we went our separate ways.
First thing I did after coming home was to break up with my girlfriend. She cried for a bit, but took it surprisingly well.
I talked a little bit with my ex after that, but nothing really came out of it. I was so into her, almost obsessed. After some time I blocked her again. She didn't really return my messages so I left it at that.
Eventually I had mostly forgotten about her. I had some random hookups but nothing that really lasted.
The date was getting closer and I started thinking about her again. If I went would she be there? I was happy and sad. I wasn't in love with her anymore, or not like I used to at least. My feelings for her was confusing.
The date was coming up and I made sure to take the friday off from work in good time, but the day before they called me and said I had to come in. I decided not to go on the hike, even though I was all packed and ready.
When the morning came I got up and ready for work. In the shower I suddenly felt really sad and depressed. I called work and told them I couldn't come in. They said it was fine and that the guy who called off was coming anyway.
I hurried up and packed my camping gear into my car and drove towards the hiking trail faster than I've drivven before in my life. I was super excited to get there, and scared she wouldn't be there at the same time. I had no idea if she'd be there or not. I hadn't asked around what she was up to or looked at her facebook at all. That made it even more exciting and scary.
Only stop I made along the way was to buy the most optimistic condoms and lube I've ever bought.
Eventually after some delays I made it to the trail parking spot. I drove around looking with my pulse going crazy. It was taking forever even though the parking spot is really small. I spotted a familiar car and sure enough, there she was. She was glowing and smiling wider than I've ever seen her before. She looked so happy!
I got out and gave her a hug. It felt so good to just stand there and hug her. We hugged for probably 5 minutes, but it felt like it's only been 10 seconds. I could not get enough of her.
We set off once again, with only one tent.
I had brought a comfy inflatable mattress, pillows and blankets this time so she didn't even bring her sleeping bag.
We didn't get far, not even the usual camping spot before we were all over eachother. The spot was terrible, but we quickly set up the mattress and blankets not even caring about the tent. The spot was fully visible from the trail, but we didn't care at all.
She got naked, I got naked and we had amazing sex for what felt like hours. I was more drained after that than I've ever been hiking this trip before.
We set up camp and stayed there for the length of our trip. There was a small lake nearby that we skinny dipped in twice a day. The second night she even agreed to try anal, even though we never did it before.
We stayed there for three days and only ended the trip because we ran out of food and snacks.
We had sex one more time in the car before we called it. We decided to end it with a decent meal at a nice restaurant. Qoincidentally she met one of her friends there. She seemed nice, but also a little confused as to why I was there. Maybe she knew I was her ex or something, I don't know.
Now, as it turns out this trip was almost a year ago. I haven't talked with her since, but I've thought about her every day since that.
I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her. More so than any other girl I've been with. I can't get her out of my head, especially now as the date is coming up in a few months.
This year I've heard rumors that she's getting married, but I haven't had the guts to ask around. My friends probably know, but don't really care enough about her to even tell me.
I don't know if I should go this year, but I know for sure I won't be able to stop myself. I haven't even checked if she has a boyfriend.
What I do know is that she's definitely going. My only friend who knows about it sent me a screenshot of her status saying how much she's looking forward to her yearly hiking trip, and I got a text badly disguised as a adverticement for the hiking trip that exact day. It included stuff like "..mountain with sexy scenes", "..hot nights", "..bring protection from wet weather and cat attacks".
I also get photos of her in camping gear that gets increasingly sluttier. She's down to a see-through fishnet sweater with her nipples covered up and no underwear.
I'm madly in love with this girl, even though we only meet once a year. We have amazing chemistry and have so much fun the days we meet. I'm not doing myself any favors to myself meeting her like this. I doubt I'll ever find someone else if I keep doing it. It's not right to do it if she's serious with someone else either.
I don't know what I should do, but I damn well know what I am going to do anyway.
**TL;DR**: In my late teenage years I went on a hike to challenge myself to become more independant. I got lost many times so the trip lasted longer than what's reasonable for the distance.
Some time later I met a girl and we hit it off instantly. It didn't take long before we moved in together. Some time into the relationship I suggested we should go on the hike I went on years earlier.
This went on every year until I noticed our relationship changing for the worse. I broke up with her because she didn't seem happy with me.
The following year in an attempt to get over her I tried to take back the things that used to be *mine*, but sometimes during our relationship had become *ours*.
Going on the hike again alone was supposed to mentally end the relationship with her, but when I reached the first camp site she was already there. I didn't confirm it until the following morning, but I heard what I though was her voice.
We walked the rest of the hike together, and by the second night we slept in the same tent.
The next morning when I woke up we had sex.
This has been repeated every year since, and the date is coming up in a few months.
One year I went I was already in a relationship, we still did stuff but I tried to hold myself back. Unsuccessfully I still cheated on her, so I told her and we broke up.
Last year we didn't even walk the trail, we just immediately found a camping spot and stayed there until our food ran out.
This year I've heard rumors that she might be getting married soon, but I haven't tried to find out yet. I don't even know if she has a boyfriend.
She's texting me stuff and sending me pictures teasing about the upcoming hike. | Oh my god please go. And tell us everything. I’m now emotionally invested in your love story. |
When I was a student at a major university in the late 80's, I was failing several classes miserably. I had completely screwed up in 2 of my 6 classes and I needed to make a plan of how not to flunk out.
For one class, I decided to dedicate all my spare time in correcting where I went wrong and fix it by acing the final exam. The other class , which was much more technical, required that I come up with a plan. Keep in mind, that I was a total goody-two shoes kid who felt like they were in a desperate situation. Failing out of college was not something I could allow to happen. Desperate times, desperate measures.
The class that I needed to pass was a science/engineering class that I had not bothered to go to. So i went to the very last Thursday class to figure out my plan. One thing the professor did say was that if you had a 93 or higher average in the class you could opt out of the final exam that was happening in 1 week. I had a 64 average so I had to take the exam. How was I going to ace this exam? My grades were too low to get pulled up enough. The only way to fix this was to get my grades changed. So I came up with a "Hail Mary" plan. One that involved a few rules to be broken, and by rules, I mean laws.
The science building were the class was given would close for the weekend. This meant that the professors' offices were locked and most of the labs were locked as well. You could still get into the main parts of the building but you had to talk to a security person if it was after hours. (There wasn't digital badges and shit like that back then.)
So here was my plan. On Friday afternoon after most classes were over, I scoped out the whole building. It was a u-shaped building that was 3 stories tall. I had to find a way in. Luckily, I found one of the 1st floor labs on the inside of the "u" had large horizontal windows that could be unlocked and would allow for someone to crawl through. Even better, one of the labs windows were obscured by a small fenced in area that housed some of the electrical and HVAC units. Large bushes lined the fence as well. So while I was there I went into the lab and unlocked a window to allow myself a place to enter the building. The door of the lab was propped open and I unpropped it and let it close. It locked. Good to know! It also reduced the chances of someone relocking the window.
I also scoped out the professor's office. It was open but he was was not there. It was very small with no windows. Just enough room for a desk, his chair and a a couple of other chairs. His office door was an all metal door painted beige except for a small center window in the middle. The window had a wire screen built into the glass held in place by a simple screwed on frame. There were lots of manilla envelopes and schedules etc on the door as well. This would be a challenge but I had formed my plan.
At around 3:30 in the morning I arrived back at the building with my backpack and a plan to break into th building. I had a hammer, pliers, a roll of tape and some screwdrivers that I had scrounged and I was nervous as hell. I made way through the bushes and climbed over the fence. I checked the window and it was still unlocked. I pulled myself up through the window and into the dark lab. Remembering that the lab doors would lock behind you, I slowly opened the lab door and placed some tape on the lock to stop it from locking. I was expecting a quiet building but instead was greeted by the loud sound of machinery running. Another lab was conducting an all night test or something and at least 3 upper level students were there overseeing the project. In a way that was good because my presence wouldn't necessarily be noticeable by others. I would find out later that it would also cover any noises I made.
I made my way to the professor's office door which was in a more out of the way part of the building. The office was located right by one of the stair wells so I could hear anyone coming down the stairs and also, if someone happened to start coming from the other way I could use the stairs for a quick exit. I pulled out the screw driver to start unscrewing the frame around the glass window in his door and soon realized that the screws were covered in decades of paint. Not good. What I thought was going to be a 2 minute job turned into a 45 minute job. I went into what I would call "Fuck it mode" and just went to town on this window frame. I had a few starts and stops but no one came by. I got the frame off and tried to pry the glass out of the frame. It was sealed in with paint. Getting the glass out took a monumental amount of slow prying and steady effort. After 30 minutes of scraping and gentle pressure I had the glass pane out.
I slowly reached in and turned the lock to unlock the door. I grabbed a large manilla folder on the outside of door and repositioned it over the window, a perfect cover for the now mauled up window. I slide into the office and looked for something to cover the window that would block light. The desk calendar worked well and a few pieces of tape held it up well. Then I turned the lights on to survey the scene.
I was now presented with a desk a chair and small slim table behind the desk. Of all the ways my plan could go wrong, my biggest fear was that the professor may have taken all of his grades home with him. A quick look into the large flat file on his desk and I had his full hand-written grade register in my hands and the pen he used for recording grades was tucked right inside. He taught 6 classes that semester and I only needed to change one grade, my grade, however, now that I had seen how banged up the paint was on the glass window frame, I knew I had to alter the plan. I searched through the gradebook and found all of my grades and saw I had several in the 70s and some lower 60's grades. I had done SOME work in the class. I thought it over for a few seconds and started executing Plan B.
I went through every single class he had and began randomly changing anything in the 60's to read as in the 80s. Then I went through and change all the 70's I found to read as 90s. I realized that the changed grades wouldn't stand up under close scrutiny so I had to create a "herd immunity' of changed grades. I noticed a few bad students in some of his classes and made some extra efforts at changing their grades. A zero? Now an 88. This was taking awhile. With 6 classes and 50 students or so in each class, and about 10 grades per student, there was about 3000 grades in this register. I changed at least 1500 of those grades. Of course my grades were changed as well. Lots of numbers in the 90s. I closed the grade book and placed it back in the drawer exactly as I had found it but I hear a little "Plink!" sound. I pulled on the drawer and realized it was now locked but wasn't before. OK, So maybe he'll think he locked it. No big deal.
My mind began to wonder of what the aftermath of this might be. Would this work? Would I be able to get away with not taking the exam by creating this academic chaos? About this time was when I noticed the IBM PC on his back table. Hmmm. Did he record his grades on a hand written register and his PC? IF he had a backup of the grades, all of this would be for nothing. Also, I couldn't reference all the changed grades a the drawer was now locked. I booted up his IBM PC XT and saw that it had two 3.5 disk drives. There's 5 disks by the computer. What to do?
I load each disk in the drive and type "DEL \*.\* " and nuke them all. I hadn't planned on this but then "Fuck It Mode". So let's review the plan, change so many grades that he would have to take an impossible amount of time to deconstruct the chaos and simply give out good grades or at least better grades as needed. No one particular student would be identifiable as a culprit because there were plenty who had a motivation to change the grades. This was as good of an idea as i could come up with.
After having distributed all the good grades to all the good boys and girls I gathered my tools and planned my exit strategy. The back of his door had a few items taped to it as well so i replaced the glass and frame and covered it with another manilla folder. I wrote a poorly written not on a post it that said. "Sorry mop handle cracked the glass. Replaced glass. - maintenance".
I then split, got passed the grad student running the machine, slipped out the window and never went back . Didn't show up for the final exam either because you know, higher than a (edited) ~~90~~ 93 average and all....
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Waited 45 long days that summer to get my grades. Got a 90 in the class. Yeah... okay no complaints.
There had to be some other people who got their grades and were happier as well.
Never suffered any consequences on this either but it was the most stressful night of my life.
I haven't done shit like this ever again.
**TL/DR Read the title.**
**\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Okay Here's some follow up to messages & comments \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\***
So I'm 50 years old now, and I wrote this on a slow last hour of work on a Thursday because I had been reminded of it when reading a different Reddit post. I wrote the post in about 15-20 minutes.
A few have asked about the grading discrepancy of 90 vs 93. Now that this memory has taken up a little bit more of my brain space the past 24 hours, what I recall was that the requirement to not have to take the exam was having an A average. We were on a 7 point scale then so that would have been 93 and up.
I had changed my grades in the grade book first to meet this requirement (again, the whole time in adrenalin freak out mode) but once I had written over my numbers it was obvious that I was the only one with adjusted grades. I had hoped I could make th e numbers look more convincing. I also realize the self-incriminating factor of just my grades being changed and for self-preservation, started changing them all. It took forever. When I left the building, the the sky was starting to get light for the sunrise. I stated that I arrived at 3:30 am, that was a guess. I wasn't concerned with what time it was was just wanting to get in and get out as soon as I had resolved my grade problem.
The thing I failed to convey in the post was that fact I didn't take the exam but when I received my grades I got a 90 (which is a B on the 7 point scale). This didn't match up to not taking the exam because you should need an A to not take it. So technically, I should have complained and said, "Hey where's my A?" since I did not take the exam.
So I thought this might have been a dragnet where all students got a maximum B grade and then this would allow them to find legit A students who would complain and possibly flush out an illegitimate C or D students who might ask about their better than expected grade.
That's why I wrote "no complaints".
**State of mind**
Not an excuse in any way, but I had a parent pass away my first year at college. There wasn't a lot of counseling back then, just a hand on the shoulder and condolences. I don't remember even hearing the word "depression" uttered except in psychology class. Mental health was not freely discussed unless someone had big problems. I was probably on the cusp of what was then called a "nervous breakdown". I had come from a small town, and had expected to escape my one horse town and breeze through college, one of the smart kids ya know. But I had to let my only dream die. I had lost my Dad, my academic career, my escape and my identity at 19. I know plenty had it worse but it felt really bad. I had to eat a lot of humble pie and at first it sucked, but not long after I felt free of the burden of being in the wrong place, pursuing the wrong thing and I started smiling again.
**Aftermath**
I changed schools that summer and also change my field of study. Something about experiencing the absolute "guilt of failure" of the first school really made me driven at my new school. It was also a much smaller school and had less distractions. I thrived, made straight As and loved learning the new subject matter.
I'll describe my field as "Design" as that's nice and vague. I've been doing that since graduation successfully and have my own company and employees. I'm not world famous or anything but I would bet most of you have had an interaction with something I have designed.
This school had been my favorite college sports team my whole childhood and was my single plan as a college student. That died because of this. I had not set foot on that large campus since the day I left many years ago, until this past summer when my son went to go tour. I had to hide the awful feeling I had as we walked by the building where this happened. Just this low sense of ancient dread from a past life staring at me as I walked by, my son unaware and instead excited to be there.
The professor in this story works for the same university, He had done other things and came back. He's got patents and a PhD and is an expert in the field. Here's a potentially crummy part. He got his PhD within a year of this incident so I really hope I didn't destroy any of his research when deleting the computer disks. I've thought about anonymously sending him this reddit link or even \*67 calling him to see what the true aftermath was but this seems like a bad idea and would likely just bum me out.
**Doubters**
My post has several people who doubt the veracity of my post and I get it, it is the internet. But the story is true and if there's any untruth is in the specific number details. Did I wait exactly 45 days for my grades that summer, fuck if I know, I know I did count them back then because I was waiting for grades that would make or break me. But 40-45-65 I don't remember.
Did i change that many grades. I swear, I changed as many as I could. 79 now 99, 66 now 86. That's what happened. I distinctly remember feeling the need to do more and more because every time I stopped I would see one more I could change and that meant I was safer from being discovered. There's another, change it. And another. And more was better because each one was another step at covering my tracks.
**Response -**
This post got a lot of positive responses, good karma etc. It's misplaced. I didn't do this out of a spirit of goodness. I gave others good grades to mask my fraudulent attempt at bettering my academic standing. I went home after this and passed out sleeping for most of the day. i still had to study for the exam I was trying to ace legitimately and then after that, for weeks afterward I was always wondering, I wonder what happened? And waited on my grades to arrive.
Several professors have expressed their disdain at this and yeah, I can see why. obviously. It was a long time ago. I've pondered a way to make things right and correct this wrong I created. I'm open to suggestions. Something about being 50 makes you want to correct mistakes that can be corrected.
**Bottom line**
I'm glad if you thought this story from my youth was entertaining. I'm not proud of this. I've never told another soul this story. Who would?
The lesson here might be: If it feels like work, dread, like you don't belong; be honest with yourself. There is likely a direction that you will thrive in and this may not be it.
I got one of my biggest screw ups out of the way at age 19, some people have theirs much later.
I'm a happy person now. Life is good. It's all worth it. | This was one of the best confessions I read. |
So when I was 20, I started dating this girl. We dated for three years, and although she loved me like crazy, I never really loved her at all. The reasons for that are a different story.
About 2.5 years into the relationship, we found out she was pregnant. I didn’t use a condom once and that’s it. After about 6-7 months, we found out that she has a damaged reproductive system, and she had to stay in the hospital.
I would bring her food and stuff every day after work and basically live in that hospital for 2 weeks. She wasn’t allowed to get up or anything. I was by her side through the whole thing.
One day out of nowhere, her water broke. She was about to deliver the baby when we talked to some of the hospital staff. They explained that since she was being delivered at that point, she hasn’t developed lungs yet, and if we decided to let the hospital staff resuscitate her, she could have permanent brain damage. We decided that if she is born and she is not breathing, we would not resuscitate her.
Here’s the fucked up part. This entire time from the point I found out she was pregnant, I was hoping that something bad would happen so that I wouldn’t be stuck in this relationship and life forever. I started praying that if there was a god, he would get me out of this situation.
When the baby was born, I watched her turn blue, then purple, then black right in front of me. I watched in horror as she struggled to breathe without lungs. It was and still is the most horrifying thing I have ever seen.
I’ve lived with this secret my entire life. Ive never told a single person. It has given me depression to the point where I’ve tried to commit suicide, incredible anxiety, and nightmares that I’ve had ever sense. I’ve been through mental hospitals and therapists as well. I wouldn’t wish anything like this on anyone.
Thank you for listening and helping me get this off my chest.
EDIT: Please stop sending death threats to my inbox. While most of you are very nice, others have taken it upon themselves to try to get me to kill myself.
EDIT 2: For those of you that are in doubt, I have pictures of her and her urn that I haven’t been able to look at since she died.
EDIT 3: Thank you for the gold. Makes me feel a little bit better.
EDIT 4: I just want to say that the support from the Reddit community has been overwhelmingly positive. Ive read every single comment and I’ve met some great people in the past 24 hours that have gone out of their way to support a man in need. Thank you so much Reddit for coming together and making such a great place exist. | You understand you had nothing to do with this. Other than the initial conception, it was out of your control. Find some peace if you can. |
It's just not cuddles if he's not a doggo sammich in the bed...
Edit: Woah dudes. Thanks for the gold and all the nice comments!! You're all excellent!!
He really is a good boy. We picked up and moved state after the divorce and it's been a rough ride emotionally and financially. But we hang in there as long as we stick together.
Edit2: Wow. I live in a shed, drinking myself to death, cough up/urinate blood regularly and I'm still happier than some of you. Satan's taint... Get help. | To him you are his mom and dad! You are his whole world and I’m sure he wants nothing more than to be with you ! You are more than enough for him! |
I’m just so sick of toxic brain dead sheep reposting shitty conspiracy theories on the internet. The planet would do better without them. | My town has been corona-free for the past two months. Now a family with four kids got infected, sent their kids to school, infected others and according to my mom‘s co-worker, who knows this family, they do not give a shit about quarantine. They were tested positive and they _still_ go out.
I don‘t even know what to say because I don‘t want these kids to grow up as orphans but I feel so much hate and anger towards the parents, you have no idea. |
It worked and I didn’t have to face the shame of being someone that poops | Self report... Kinda sus |
I always believed that police brutality (as in the case of BLM protests) was a universal response to the escalating dangers of volatile crowds. It seemed like the media just hyped everything up to get a good story. Yesterday, I saw a bunch of white folks pose a clear and immediate threat to our nation's capital. Despite this despicable behavior, they were treated with a confusing level of care and left to wander the capital like a bunch of fourth graders on a field trip.
This direct comparison has overturned part of my worldview. I was wrong about racism in The United States. | When someone admits they were wrong, it is an apology. Accept it. It doesn't happen often enough in this world.
I hope more people see it this way as well. This was one of the best (worst) instances showing the racial discrepancy in this country. We all saw it with our own eyes. No one should be able to deny racism exists now.
We can do better as the human race. |
Sometimes when my boyfriend comes over and, especially if I'm a little down or busy, he will put away any of the dishes I've left on the drying rack or in the dishwasher. It's such a sweet little gesture and it makes me feel so loved. He tries his best, but he always puts things away in the wrong spot, like the wrong cupboard or drawer. But, whenever I open the saucepan drawer and find a grater, my heart melts and it makes me smile thinking of him doing these little things to try and brighten my day. | That's nice to hear and very sweet. I've been married 10 years and, I assure you, my wife is not as impressed when I put things in the wrong place. :) |
Hello all, thanks in advance for reading Ill try to keep it not too long. When I was 15, I started dating this girl, lets call her worm. I had just gotten out of a relationship and it was sort of a rebound. Things were going great at first, then over time I began to grow apart from her. We didn't share many interests and just were not right for each other in my eyes. She on the other hand, was obsessed with me, saw me as the love of her life and her future husband etc etc. By the time I got enough balls to fully end it, about 8 months had past. Within those 8 months I treated her with nothing but love and respect.
After I broke up with her, she began to go insane, telling all her friends/my friends that I was abusive/beat her etc etc. Which NEVER happened. This went on for a month or two with me having to deal with these false accusations every day. I, at this time had gotten back together with my ex from before I had dated worm. At some point, it somehow got to a parent, who of course contacted the school/cops. And thats when worm gave her fake story saying I full force raped her on the couch after everyone fell asleep at a party that I left at 8pm. She got her friends who were there to make cohobating stories saying that I was there, being weird with her etc (I was there with my girlfriend at the time who didnt let me out of her sight). I wont get into the other holes in the story because the whole thing is bs so itd take forever but this was enough for the police to decide they had probable cause to charge me with rape at the age of 16, without hearing any other side of the story.
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My parents already knew about the rumors, but they then saw how serious this was, and that my life was at stake for something I didn't even do. We were not rich, but my parents paid thousands on thousands of dollars for a very good lawyer to help me win the case. I was made fun of and bullied by everyone except my close friends at this point, as everyone blindly believed the accuser because.... why would you make that up?? Then even my close friends distanced themselves as they were starting to catch heat for even still being friends with me. We had all the evidence it didnt happen, where I was that day, her saying she misses me on text after the date i supposedly raped her, and she had nothing except her and her friends stories. I clearly would have won the case, and after it had been stalled for over 8 months, she dropped the case, not forcing her to admit that she lied and not facing ANY penalty. I also had very harsh rules for that whole time or else they could take me in to custody, (couldnt talk to girls under 18 even though I was 16, 9pm curfew, couldnt be in public without adult who knew the accusation etc etc.)
I am now 19 with severe social anxiety from the years of bullying and torment I recieved. I cannot make new friends because everyone that doesnt know me knows about me because of this. I hate that my parents had to spend 15k to defend from something that didnt even happen. Why the FUCK does a 16 year old girl have the power to ruin my life. I am a shell of my former self, physically and personality wise. I constantly smoke weed to forget about my problems and finally relax. She faced no punishment and it fucking eats at me.
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Thanks so much for listening. Maybe this is the first step of moving forward.
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Edit: Thank you all so much for the kind words, I really appreciate it. It saddens me to hear some people have similar experience but maybe getting these stories more out there will help it come to a stop. Thanks again <3 | Is it possible to sue her and her parents?
This is just terrible. Also, aren't there charges for people who file false police reports?
Sucks that you had to deal with that. You're still young, you have plenty of time to move on from this, and eventually she'll do some other crazy shit that will lead to everyone thinking (or knowing) maybe she lied about you too. |
Title says it all, I think it’s funny when people start to say you too and trail off | Ever get the ole "answer the door naked" bit? |
15 years of marriage, traditionally my wife is someone who doesn't like to be touched while they sleep. Usually She wakes up like it's a 5 alarm fire if even my feet touch her sometimes.
Her lower back problems have started up again and she's been sleeping with my arm as a pillow but for a couple weeks now it's progressed into her sleeping with her head on my chest and leg and arms across me, essentially using me as a body pillow/teddy bear. We don't know why this relieves the pain, but it helps her to fall asleep. She used to wake me up and ask for my arm, but two times this week I've woken up to the full on body pillow style snugs.
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When I was a lonely teenager I used to put my free weights inside my pillow and (nothing sexual...promise) lay them on top of me so I would know what it would feel like to have someone lay on you that way. This is literally my dream come true. | Awesome. A win-win; aside from the back problems. |
I was raped by a family member until I was 13 and moved in with my aunt. She's a good person that took me in and helped me get away from the bad people in my family. When we found out I was pregnant, she guessed how it happened. I hadn't told her about what had happened but she said she always expected it but never had proof. She came up with a way to get me away. She pretended to get pregnant and asked my parents if she could get custody so I could move in with her, get homeschooled, and help her out. They said no at first because they knew they'd lose out on food stamps, so she offered to pay them whatever they would've gotten in food stamps in cash in exchange for me living there. They said yeah once they found out cash was involved and my aunt gave them some extra cash every month to keep them out of our lives. My parents are your regular redneck junkies who are no good to anyone. I had the kid in 1988 and have seen my parents a handful of times since then.
She went to court to get custody of me and said my parents dropped me off at her house one day and never picked me up. I went along with that story in court and it worked out. I said we went back to my house day after day but they were never home. They were ordered to come to court but never showed up. She got full custody of me and I lived with her until I was able to get myself a good job. I don't work the best job in the world, but it's better than where I came from and I'm proud of that.
Anywho, she took me to get an abortion, but it was too late by our state's laws. She pretended to be pregnant, even tried to gain weight, and bought clothes that made her look bigger. I stayed home every day until I had the baby. Everyone thinks it's her kid. I don't feel bad about it and won't ever tell the kid unless my aunt wants to or some big emergency happens where he needs a body part. She always said it's my choice to tell, but I think it's her choice too. She raised him, he calls her mama, and I wouldn't want to take that away from them.
He doesn't look like me at all. He doesn't really look like my aunt either. He thinks his daddy is some guy she met at a bar she had a one night stand with and she doesn't know who he was. He's an adult now and is settling down with his wife and they're thinking about having kids. It's sometimes weird because I know if they do they'll be my grandkids but they'll never know. I don't feel like a parent to him at all. I know he's my biological kid, but I'm not his mama. Every now and then it makes me sad, but I know it was the right decision to make. He's had a good life. My aunt and I saved up to make sure he could get a good education, and he did that. He knows me as his older cousin and we get along well. He's a good guy. Hardworking, a good person, does what he can to help others. I'm proud of him.
Here are answers to questions people have.
The person that raped me is in jail for the rest of his life. He was arrested for something unrelated to what he did to me, but he won't be out of jail until he's in his 90s. I doubt he'll live that long.
My aunt tried for years to get me to admit what was going on. She tried very hard. Anytime she saw me she asked if I was okay. She tried to get custody of me when I was a kid but it didn't work out. My parents acted like decent people and I denied anything was going out because of fear. Don't assume she could have done more. She did everything she possibly could, but I was too afraid to speak up.
I know DNA tests exist. I don't know if he'll get one done but we'll talk about what to do if he ever does. It's complicated and I don't have the answers for what to do and neither do you. Everyone has their own opinions none are right or wrong. Good intentions aren't always good advice.
My parents are both alive as far as I know. I don't speak to them at all and haven't seen them since the early 2000s. I don't care to reconnect with them. The way I look at it, my aunt is the only mama I ever had and I don't need to worry about someone who gave me up for drug money.
We went to a hospital outside of town to avoid seeing anyone we knew. Growing up everyone thought I was a shy kid. I was a big reader and spent most of my time inside anyway. No one thought it was weird that I was inside a lot. My aunt had a good job that let her stay at home and work once she started complaining about having to come in while pregnant. That helped us out a lot. Back then, you could call a store to fill in your grocery order and the grocery boy would drop them off, similar to have stores have deliveries you can order online now. My water broke in the middle of the night. We were lucky with that as our neighbors never saw us leave.
No, I never went to college. When I was a kid I never thought I'd even graduate high school, but I did. I won't tell you what I do for a living or where I work. That's a strange thing to message someone. Regardless I make enough to pay my bills and have a little savings. I used to work three jobs to make sure I could pay for his college once the time came. Now I only work one. I don't like what I do but I work hard and I'm proud of that.
Yes I know my English isn't perfect. I type like how I talk and I don't care if you think that's bad. Calling yourself a grammar nazi is a weird way to identify. I wouldn't want to be called a nazi about anything nor would I be proud of that, but I guess you can live your best life and I pray you stop sending rude messages to people.
I don't care about your opinions on abortion or if you think I'm a bad person for considering it. I was barely a teenager and it would have been the best choice for me. No, I don't regret having the child now, but I wish I didn't destroy my body in the process. I can't have kids now because of the damage that pregnancy caused my body.
A few disgusting people have messaged me that this was sexy, that I deserved it, or asked for details. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but from the bottom of my heart I hope you die. The world doesn't need more sick fucks like you.
Yes, I know my aunt is a great person. She's the best person I have ever known. Not just because she helped me. I think she would've done the same thing for anyone. She's an angel. | You're aunt is amazing and I'm sorry you went through this. You are also amazing. Keep your head up |
She is divorced after being married for 40 plus years. She is just exploring stuff that maybe she never explored before, it's understandable and I wouldn't judge her for that. But she was breaking her laptop a lot. I couldn't figure out why. I kept going over to her house, running virus scans and malware scans, installed good protection, ect. (I'm by no means a computer doc).
Finally, I asked her if she had been clicking on weird links or following popups. Nope. So with a red face, I asked her about porn (she is very conservative and proper acting). She turned red too and said "I search for free porn on the internet." Oh, mom. Lmao
So I told her about pornhub and explained why she can't just wander around the internet clicking on every free porn site that's offered.
Weirdest and one of the most awkward conversations I've ever had with her but maybe she won't destroy her computer every other month now. | This is kind of adorable. Good for you! And for her! |
I lost my virginity to my abusive boyfriend. He treated sex like a chore and as soon as he was satisfied, that was the end. After we broke up, I became friends with a co-worker named Braden. We discussed dating but decided against it because we worked together.
In the meantime, we still became good friends. We worked together for two years before he quit. Four days later, we went on our first date and on our second date we finally kissed.
On our third date, my roommates were gone so I invited him over to cook him dinner. He knows about my past relationship and kept asking over if I was comfortable and if the way he was touching me was okay. Eventually we got back to my room. He fingered me and I gave him a hand job. I will never forget the way he looked at me, the way that he took his time, and acted like there was no place he'd rather be.
I think about how my ex didn't *always* ask for consent, didn't care that I was clearly not enjoying myself, and/or feeling uncomfortable. Braden has been so patient with me. We're officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I didn't know a relationship could be this loving.
Edit:
Rape. My ex boyfriend raped me. I didn't know I could love or find sex pleasurable. | Good for you |
About 7 years ago, I was hospitalized for a week with a bad stomach infection. There was one event which has stuck in my mind. One night, I needed help with changing my hospital gown so I called the male nurse. He came to my room and I had to get nude in front of him to change gowns.
There was 30 seconds where my nude penis was exposed to his view. I saw his eyes look down at it and he had that reaction where someone is trying to hold their breath to not laugh but the laugh can be heard anyway. I immediately knew he was laughing at my small penis. But even more humiliating was that I said nothing, I stayed submissively quiet like a child and let him get away with it.
I have one of those penises where its like a little boy when soft. I have noticed that a lot of people judge cock size by how big you are when you are soft. When I'm hard I'm close to average size so laughing at my cock solely based on how small it is when soft seems unfair. | Fuck that, man.
My husband’s dick is like that. Didn’t know for a long time bc I only ever saw it when it was hard (and yeah, normal size).
We think it’s an advantage that it shrinks up when not in use. Keeps it out of the way.
Your nurse was a deliberate asshole who probably does that to everyone who’s a grow-er not a show-er.
You’re just fine.
Signed,
A satisfied wife |
"Yes that place does have wheel-chair access!" - Me | Sometimes I wonder who’s behind answers. This answers that |
Didn't know viruses in 2020 are now protected from hate speech
Fuck you Reddit, I will be racist and genocidal towards viruses if I fucking want to | Mine was "permanently suspended" for posting "personal information". It took me TWELVE DAYS to get it back.
The personal information in question? The contact email and phone number for the Texas Educators Agency in a thread about Texas schools reopening. |
*Please do not suggest therapy and medication. I voluntarily have both and my counselor knows all about this. *
I had an act committed against me during the summer when I was 15. I didn't consent to it.
My grandma and mom refused to believe me, get me any type of care or press charges. They said I asked for it because of how I was dressed. (Long skirt and turtle neck) My grandma threw me out of the house for about a week. They only took me back because my grandpa threatened to call CYS and file for custody. I made a promise I would never forgive them.
He did it again to another girl and she pressed charges. Others started coming forward. One of them was someone they knew. They finally believed me. Too little too late.
2 years ago my grandma had a stroke and was put on life support. As predicted various members started contacting me to come visit her and say final goodbyes. Supposedly she was asking to see me. I believe it because she always preached about forgiveness and resolution before death. I refused to see her.
She passed away and when I got the phone call I shrugged and went into work. I played 'Ding Dong the Witch is Dead' on my way in. I didn't attend the funeral and I have never seen where she is buried. I feel zero remorse. I will be the same way when the reaper comes for my mom. | Her wanting to see you wasn't about you. It was about her clearing her conscience before she died. My grandma did the same thing.
You did what you had to for you. Continue to live your life as best as you can. Good luck. |
I was working a late night shift at a really exclusive club and there were a ton of people there and I saw this guy drug a really pretty girl’s drink so I had to take action. This has been on my chest for the last few months and it finally feels good to confess about it. Until now I have told no one and I just feel much better. I feel like I truly did the right thing and I acted on instincts. | Proud of you, but can't you report these things as a bartender ? Isn't there some blacklist or are bartenders supposed to just sit and watch |
This is a confession to me from my mother.
So.... many years ago I was sat round the dinner table with my mum and she broke down in hysterical laughter, tears and all, and told me she had something to tell me, she couldn’t live with the lie anymore.
When I was a little girl I used to have a child sized bear, (originally named big bear) who lived under my bed to protect me from monsters etc. I loved this bear. He was my protector and my best friend. My mum however HATED this bear. In her mind he was one of those cheap bears you can win at the fairground stuffed full of straw, but to me he was perfect.
When I was eight years old we moved house and during this move Big Bear went missing... believed stolen. My parents assured me that they had contacted the police and they were on the case. Eventually time passed and I forgot about big bear and life moved on.
Coincidentally, at the same time of big bears mysterious disappearances, I was in my school play ‘teddy bears tea party’ and my role was teddy bear number two. My costume was amazing. It was a hand made, full zip up teddy bear costume, complete with a cute little bonnet with pink bow. I was the cutest teddy bear in the whole show (confirmed by grandparents).
Now you’ve probably guessed the terrible secret that my mother has carried with her all these years.... My amazingly cute teddy bear costume WAS BIG BEAR. She had murdered him, pulled out his insides, and cut off his head. She then cut off his face, attached a bow to his head and made me wear his cold... dead.... very cute and fluffy teddy bear skin.
I think she finally caved and confessed because she could no longer live with the guilt.
I was and still am traumatised. RIP Big Bear. RIP. | I’ve got Dr Phil on the line... |
I met my wife when she was a grad student, and while I was impressed by how put together her apartment was, this was before I personally owned a table so it didn't take much to intimidate me. Things went well, I proposed, and during the engagement she shared with me that her family had a considerable amount of wealth. Not fuck you money, certainly, but enough that we essentially will never need to worry about most financial concerns as long as we don't flip out and start buying tigers or something.
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Obviously this has changed my life. I'm about to finish my professional degree with no student debt, having spent the last four years living in nice homes near the beach while my classmates pack into dingy apartments together. We're purchasing a starter home that's nicer than my parent's, with a guaranteed loan of whatever we need. I realized I don't watch the register at the grocery store because it doesn't matter if I spent sixty or eighty dollars, and I rarely hesitate before mashing the amazon buy now button. I'm grateful that my wife grew up without money and that we're both pretty frugal by temperament, but I gotta imagine we're both changed simply by not having the stress of financial worry.
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Bottom line though, being rich is awesome. I sort of knew that, I guess, but the awesome goes all the way down. You don't realize how much your day-to-day is affected and shaped by worrying about a few bucks here and there until you stop having to. | Well I’ll just go fuck myself then |
I'm part of the subreddit abortion and I saw a post from a young woman who was panicking because she's pregnant and can't afford an abortion. I told her to private message me and I provided her with resources like aidaccess.org
I had her do a consultation with Aid Access, offered Aid Access $60 for the abortion pills which they agreed to, and had the package sent to my house. I took the package from Aid Access and put it in a bigger box. I then filled this box with heat packs, ibuprofen, basic sanitary stuff, and some chocolate. I then sent the package to her work so her abusive boyfriend doesn't know about this.
A week and a half later, she emailed me to say she went through with the abortion and she was doing well. I don't regret this one bit. Her boyfriend can't trap her in a relationship and I hope she finds a way to leave. Sisterhood.
It's such a hot topic, hence why I confessed to it. Also my extremely conservative parents will be blissfully unaware of this. Technically it's a confession if I'm keeping it from some people. | You might have saved her life. Sending you all the ghost hugs. |
Constipation, how bad can it be right?
I had no idea. Been smoking weed for 10 years and always been regular as clockwork. Wake up, have a morning joint and then a nice big poo.
But I decided to change my life and quit, fell horribly ill for about a week and in that time... No poo. Not even a lil nug.
Once I got better still no poo. It's been 2 weeks since my last rendevous with the porcelain throne, and I was getting nervous. Took some stool softeners, ate my weight in prunes and hoped for the best.
And tonight it happened, the brown flood came knocking at the gates. But it was no flood, not at all. I felt like I was giving birth to a cannonball. Solid Iron. Too big to pass through.
I had to do something, I'd been pushing for an hour and in that time shed all my clothes, I was sweating like a pig. I felt behind me and my asshole was wide open, trying so hard... I took the plunge. It was massive, solid, I poked at it and felt a little piece come loose from the monster.
And then I lost all inhibition. For half an hour I was digging in there, breaking it up into smaller bits as much as I could, pulling them out by hand piece by piece. They were like rocks. There was blood, fresh and red, but I was too far gone. It had to be finished, it had to come out. All of it.
It went so deep, I had no idea of all the angles in there, never dug that deep before. Still like Iron.
Then I broke off and pulled out a piece the size of a small toy car, and felt a change. A rumbling. My bowel telling me, yes. This is it, you've done it. I got the rest. I pushed my hands on the walls on either side of the bowl and it blasted out me like a hurricane, full force.
Two whole weeks of backed up shit, it was powerful, incredible, a feeling I had never known existed.
And then I was empty and gross. I wiped my hand as best I could, dug out the shit from under my fingernails and washed them until they were raw.
I am empty now. I am powerful. I beat the shit.
And I can never tell anyone. So sorry, people of confessions, I will share with you. | Some people really have a talent for story writing. It was disgusting. But I was invested and read the entire thing. |
I have a great job in Canada doing data entry and analytics. I would prefer not to give the field of work as it’s fairly specific. 70k a year, benefits, whole nine yards. Really awesome.
The confession is that all of my info is pulled from standard excel files made by other people. In my first month I made a macro that pulls from 50+ places on our shared drive and compiles a 5 page report daily. The email sends itself at random times around 2:30 every day Monday-Friday.
Everyone thinks I’m amazing at my job. I’m the laziest fuck you’ll ever meet. I’m almost done getting a VPN function approved that will allow me to work from home.
Edit because this blew up way more than I thought:
This is a throwaway so no worries about my boss finding out.
A lot of questions about what I’m doing with my time. I’ve actually done a program through work that allows me to get my education for free. I have my masters now and am working on some other things.
A lot of positive comments about working smart, not hard. Much appreciated.
How long did it take me to figure it out? Did the old way for 2 weeks before I realized what I could do. Took another week of doing the report while working on the macro. Then a week of troubleshooting. So about a month after I started, it became automated.
And people have asked about vacations/sick days. I have a work laptop so sick days are not an issue (although I think I’ve called in twice in 10 years). Vacations I just disable it. Simple. Small funny story on this topic; when we had our first child, he came 3 weeks early. I was so caught up that I completely forgot about the email otherwise I would have disabled it. It sent out and I received accolades for being so dedicated.
Also please don’t give this account silver. It’s a throwaway. Donate to charity. (I will also accept titty pics in private as an alternative source of currency... worth a shot.) | When you eventually leave/retire will you reveal your secret? |
As a Reddit noob, I would think that I had upvoted my posts by accident and downvote it because I didn't want to be like one of those people who likes their own post on Facebook. I will not disclose how long it took to figure out that was the default. | Your sincerity gets my upvote. |
Two weeks ago, my university forbid us from going back home under threats of expulsion, and now we're stuck here. They don't communicate with us, and any updates I get are from fellow students who created WhatsApp groups. Yesterday, they sent a list of bomb shelters to the group page, and it kind of hit me that this is actually real, and I could die. I really regret coming here. Now all borders and airspace are closed and prices have rocketed. We're on a curfew, and atms have stopped working. My country's students union found a bus for us to go to Lviv and then to Poland but they're saying only 35 seats are available and I don't think I'll be able to get one. I don't want to die!!
[Bomb shelter at Odessa train station ](https://linksharing.samsungcloud.com/9UtDrlmJEGJF) | Just putting this out there, for any students affected by the atrocious events happening in Ukraine:
Czech universities support Ukrainian students and their families and will allow them to finish their studies in the Czech republic. **Get to safety** and reach out to them if you can.
Just to name a few:
* [Charles University in Prague](https://cuni.cz/UKEN-379.html?news=14788&locale=en)
* [Masaryk University in Brno](https://www-muni-cz.translate.goog/pro-media/tiskove-zpravy/prohlaseni-rektora-masarykovy-univerzity-k-vyvoji-na-ukrajine?_x_tr_sl=cs&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=cs)
* [Tomas Bata University in Zlín](https://www.utb.cz/en/news-events/statement-by-the-rector-of-tomas-bata-university-in-zlin-on-the-situation-in-ukraine/)
* [University of West Bohemia in Plzeň](https://info.zcu.cz/clanek.jsp?id=4171) (+ free accomodation and Czech language course)
Stay safe. |
My husband and I have been together for 3yrs, married for 2..I found out recently that he's been talking to, and planning meet ups with his ex behind my back. He tells me very little about his talks with her, if he tells me at all. I found out by accident, and now, I check almost daily to see the extent of his conversations with her. He doesn't know that I know they're talking. I have screen shots and pictures of the conversations, which I plan to use when I leave.
Father's Day is coming up, and I plan to make it the best he's ever had, then leave the next day while he's at work. All of our family pictures will be replaced with photos of their conversations, a copy of the divorce papers will be on the coffee table, and I will be long gone.
I have busted my ass off to help build a life that this man wants, and he goes behind my back, then lies to me about it.
I'm done, and I've had enough.
Am I the asshole? Probably. But at this point, I don't give a fuck. | I demand updates after this!!!! Best of luck and good for you for knowing your worth. |
My whole life I’ve been the “nice girl.” I always cover shifts, come in on my day off, and take on tasks that aren’t my responsibility. I took a promotion after attempting to leave the company. I was promised a higher compensation and the opportunity to go home to see my family for the holidays. My time off for the holidays was denied and I was accosted for being 4 minutes late to my shift. I quit. I finally stood up for myself after 8 years of being walked all over. I’m finally free.
Update: Thank you guys for all of the love and advice. ❤️ | Hey, could be negative in the bank. You cant put a price tag on mental health. Self care is important. If the job was consuming you with dread, you made the right choice. |
Seriously, get the fuck out of here with your flowery lovey dovey cuddly bullshit. Thats not a confession.
Other things that are not confessions: -ive secretly been donating to charity for the past 5 years -im planning on taking my wife to Disney and she has no idea -i secretly volunteer to help kids with cancer in my offtime
You get the picture. We dont want your fluffy garbage on here. We wanna hear about shit like the time you accidentally killed your friend with laced drugs or the time you crippled a 4 year old in a drunk hit and run. Stop looking for redditors to jerk you off. Thanks!
inb4 this ends up on [r/gatekeeping](https://www.reddit.com/r/gatekeeping/) | Those are just karma farming and tbh idk if the sub has mods but the sub is about hearing all the disgusting shit you can't say with a username or in polite company, not some wholesome Disney adventure
Another problem I see is posts like "I cheated" get downvoted to oblivion. The entire point of the sub is to read stuff like that. |
So I tried climbing a small mountain with her as sort of a fun date activity. Not even 100 yards from the summit she sits down and refuses to go to the top, which was an easy stroll away, so I ended up going alone.
This has become a metaphor for our relationship in a way. I want to start something, she goes along with it but never commits, and expects me to finish everything without her.
In addition, she refuses to get a real job (she claims she has a job, but makes less than $400 a month). We don't plan on having kids (I don't want any), but she seems to think she'll still be able to sit around at home all day with her computer and leave me to work my ass off and support her dreams, but at the same time she won't push her limits. She also refuses to drive, and I act as her taxi service, and I do most of the cooking, cleaning, and shopping. She mostly wants to watch movies, play games, screw, and go out. (for some people, an active sex life and shared interests is all they want in a relationship, but I can't afford to support her, nor do I want to.)
We've been dating for two years now. We get along well as far as interests and hobbies, but it's becoming clear that if I take things to the next step she'll be more of a hindrance than a help, so I haven't been able to bring myself to commit to marriage, and I don't think she'll ever change her ways, and I'm tired of being alone on top of the mountain. | Leave her on the side of the mountain and go find a woman with some drive and ambition |
When I was in high school I created a meme page that made fun of every teacher, student and faculty there (some of them were extremely offensive and were basically attacks on individuals). I just kept doing them for the lolz. Once the administration got a hold of it they hired a private investigator to find the culprit.
Luckily I wasn't that stupid so I made and uploaded all my memes from the library computer. I started making memes making fun out of the shitty administration and the investigation which then escalated into a whole chase for me with the police involved. They threatened legal action but since they couldn't find me I just kept memeing my way through high school. During my graduation day, I posted one final meme that said that I just graduated and that the search teams sucked ass. I think at that point they had an idea it was me but they never proved it.
It feels good to finally let it out haha. I never told anyone out of fear for snitches
| i'm just curious, did you also make fun of yourself to throw them off the trail? |
I am a 40 year old male. My ex gf from high school has been married for years to her wife and they approached me about being a sperm donor. I had just broken up with my gf and really gave it some deep thought. I've been close to her since high school and we even thought about giving it another try about 5 years ago but it didn't pan out. I broke up with my girlfriend at the time and during that time is when I went to my exs house and we tried on two different occasions to inseminate at home with an at home kit they had purchased. I had read that it's illegal in some states but we tried it anyway and well it worked. Her wife was pregnant with a boy and she gave birth a year ago today. He looks like me and her wife obviously but I guess it just feels different now that I know he's out there. They have offered for me to see him in person. They said I'd be considered an "uncle" to the child until he asks more about his father in the future. My family would be pissed and so would alot of people on both sides if they knew but I just have a good feeling about it and he seems to be very happy. I don't know I just thought I'd tell the reddit community because these confessions seem to get pretty good feedback/opinions. | While that was a good thing to do, I'd look into getting your parental rights & responsibilities removed as you never know what's around the corner...... Those two ladies could split up in 10 years and your child's mother could come after you for 10 years worth of paternity pay based on genetics alone.... People change over time and you gotta protect yourself too. |
My son went away to college for his freshman year and came back an absolute mess. I thought he couldn't handle living on campus. He dropped out and that led to a lot of tension and a few shoving matches.
Things got worse when he became anorexic and had to be hospitalized.
He finally disclosed to me why he deteriorated after coming home from college - he got raped by three men.
There was a girl offering nonsexual modeling work for guys at his college. He inquired about it and was offered $1000 cash to do shirtless photos at a pool. They'd be other guys and girls from his school there too.
A guy picked him up and took him to an apartment with two other guys. They said they were waiting for everyone else to show up and for the house to be set up. They offered my son a drink and he got sick.
The three guys the took turns raping him. He said they didn't use condoms and a few times he tried to fight back but couldn't stay awake. He woke up at a park. He wasn't robbed or beaten. Just raped.
The apartment was an Airbnb rental and the numbers he got had been disconnected. He was furious that he had been taken advantage of and ashamed that he couldn't tell anyone.
He spent the last year getting better and is going to a college in our area so he can live at home.
My point to all this is that rape is not just a female thing. My son said nothing because he was convinced that people would shame and blame him.
Edit: My son did not want to report it because he is ashamed by it. He thinks people will frown upon him. | So awful. My heart goes out to your son. I hope he's able to recover from this, and at some point the people who did this are caught and punished. |
WARNING: Long story
After I graduated college in June 2018, I moved back home with my parents. I had no job prospects upon graduation nor did I have any relevant experience or decent connections. All I had was an Econ degree and a 2.8 GPA, considering I wanted to go into finance, I was pretty fucked.
Eventually two months later, after hundreds of rejected applications and five failed interviews, I got an offer. It was for an accounts payable role paying $15.87/hour at a big company. The office was in a city 45 miles from my home in a city with a very high cost of living.
Despite the commute and low salary I took the job. I didn't really have much choice. I had student loans to pay off and I was naive and desperate. And I figured since it was a big firm if I worked hard and got to know the right people, I could land myself a better position later on.
The commute was terrible. I started work at 9 am and was done at 6 pm. If I left my house at 6-7 am, it still took me two hours to get to the office. Going home was just as bad. If I got home earlier than 8 pm, I considered that a good day. I spent about 4 hours+ each day in my car. I was also driving a small SUV so gas was rough.
After six months I was ready to crack. I would come to work already drained and coming home I just didn't have the energy or time for any hobbies. All I would do is watch tv or play video games. The job was dead end; what I was mostly doing was data entry, I hadn't learned anything of value to me professionally. Also a large portion of my salary was going to gas. And I was gaining weight from eating fast food after work. Moving to the city was not an option due to the area I worked in being very expensive.
Then one day I was having lunch with my coworker and we were discussing his upcoming vacation plans. His plan was he was going to drive to the office the next week, work the whole day and then uber to the airport from the office.
I was confused, what about his car? My coworker was surprised and he told me as we were employees we were allowed to leave our cars overnight in our office parking structure for as long as we wanted. All we had to do was sign a document saying if anything happened to our car the company wasn't responsible. It was a common thing since the office was close to the airport and it was more convenient to just uber. And right there, everything changed.
At that point for the next six months this was my routine:
Every Sunday I would pack my clothes and meal prep for the week and drive down to my office that night since traffic was much lighter. My office was accessible 24/7, so I would come in and store all food in the refrigerators. My office also had a 24/7 onsite gym with showers so I would go there, shower and brush my teeth.
I would then go to my car parked all the way at the top of the structure. I'd roll down the windows slightly for air and then put up my windshield cover. My car had very dark tints so I never had need to cover my windows. I then would go to sleep. Luckily with an SUV, I had plenty of leg room.
Monday morning I would wake up at 7 am, go to the gym and get a workout in. I'd brush my teeth and shower and get into the office by 8:30. I was never ever late again. I'd work until 6 pm and then eat my dinner I stocked in the fridge. Once I was done with work, I would stay at the office (it was common for people to work late so no one ever batted an eye at me) and look up tutorials on certain skills I wanted to gain. I learned advance excel, financial modeling, certain softwares, etc. Then at around 9-10 pm, I would go back to the gym, shower and brush my teeth and go sleep in my car. I would repeat this the rest of the week until Friday when I drove home.
I improved significantly. Meal prepping healthy food and working out allowed me to get back into shape. I was getting around 8-9 hours of sleep per night, so I was much better rested and more productive during the day. I was able to learn skills that were relevant to me and I had slightly better social life in the city I was in since I no longer worried about my commute. I was also driving less, so I was spending less on gas. I also managed to pay off my loans and help my parents out since I was able to save so much.
Nobody knew about this. I would tell my parents I was staying with a friend who charged me cheap rent for staying the week. Since I worked for a big company in a minor role, no one really knew or cared who I was. Not once was my car ever ticketed or towed nor did anyone ever investigate my car at night.
This went on until I resigned two months ago. I had interviewed and accepted a job offer out of state for role I specifically wanted and had been developing myself for. My new firm offered helped pay for relocation and my salary went from $18 to $35 an hour. The job is fantastic and with the money I saved I was able to buy a "newer" used car and get my own studio close to my job. My commute is now 15 minutes max.
***EDIT***: WOW! I did not expect this to blow up as it has and I sure as hell did not expect all the positivity. I was expecting more people to get mad at me for doing something that errs on the illegal side. But thank you everyone! Please be advised I do not encourage this though.
For anyone who was wondering I was living in Thousand Oaks and my job was in LA. Let's just leave it at that.
For anybody here still in college, the reality is your bachelors alone is not enough. You're also going to need experience or you have to know someone. Internships, connections, clubs, even a high GPA (yes some places did check my grades and I got screwed because of that) does help. Hit up alumni or go to networking events and try to learn practical skills. It's a highly competitive world out there and the world doesn't owe you a thing.
And yes I considered myself very lucky to work for a company with all those perks. And that was one of the reasons why I really thought I could move up here and took the job despite the commute. But instead I was basically a clerk and pretty much everyone outranked and made more than me and treated me as such. What was worse was most of the people there were my age, so the environment was really cliquey and toxic.
And for those who think this is fake due to my account. Well obviously this isn't my main account. Like most people on reddit I have several accounts for different interests. I couldn't post this on my main account because some people know me. I used this one due to it being the most anonymous and because it's my favorite account name. | Did you bring that up in your interview. Beacuse if it were me I would have ate that shit up and hired you on the spot. |
My nan passed away two years ago. I was there when she passed away, it was just us, late at night. I told my mum, our whole family, that she had drifted to sleep when the heart monitor flatlined.
She hadn't. She was in pain, confused, wanting her mother. Her last words were asking for her mother. All I could do was hold her hand and tell her I was here.
I can't bear to tell them how afraid she was. They don't need that pain. But I had to tell someone. So here I am.
Edit: This blew up. And you guys are amazing. Thank you. I'm crying in a good way 💜💜
A little more information: She had cancer and was really weak towards the end. We knew it was coming but she went downhill quickly.
I'm going to continue as is. I think my older cousin likely knows that wasn't the full story, but she's never asked. It's better this way for all of us. We're a small but tight knit family unit. | A very necessary lie u 100 percent saved a lot of unnecessary pain your mom would go through if u told her that |
To people all around the world,
We, Hongkongers just experienced a terrorist attack planned and executed by our Hong Kong Police Force. At about 10pm today, our police force rushed into our railway system in Prince Edward station, got in to the carriage and indifferently beat up all the people in it regardless they are protesters or simply passengers. They ignored the weapon guidelines and fired tear gas indoor in the carriage which is in fact lethal. Also, they beat up innocent people causing them seriously wounded. Some passengers kneeled before them asking them to stop but the response they got were beaten ever harder. Meanwhile, the police haven’t arrested the passengers after they got beaten up, showing that the only purpose of their brutality was to sort their anger to violence but not dispersing the crowd.
We, Hongkongers are experiencing a humanitarian crisis and we hope that people all over the world can help us in anyways you can think of. Thank you and we will stay strong.
Hongkongers | I’m so sorry. Many of us are watching from afar with great concern for you. I wish we could do something |
Every single thing about him is repulsive to me. I'm 26, so we have a bit of an age difference. I've spent a lot of time around children and I've never met one to whine and complain and scream about anything and everything as much as he does.
He's tried to kill my little sister (3yo) twice now. Once he held her head under the water in the kiddy pool until someone caught him. The second time he held a pillow on her face until my mom caught him because she heard a ruckus in the living room. My mom tried the "he's seven he doesn't know better" defense, but I would argue that because he's taken and finished swimming lessons he knows what it means to drown.
He has manipulative tendencies that take too much text to get in to, but he's said things to me that hurt me in a way that I can't forgive whether he meant them or not.
If we find dead animals under his bed or he gets caught with a dead body one day, I'm fully prepared to tell my entire family "I told you so," and let them be mad at me because this kid is nuts and I want nothing to do with him. | Yikes. I don’t see anyone else saying this so I’m gonna give my unsolicited two cents.
If this goes on much longer (your mother refusing him therapy) you should seriously weigh the option of calling CPS. There are many stories of adults who grow up with all sorts of crippling psychological problems due to abuse like this from a sibling. To be clear, I mean violent... He’s already tried to kill her twice. She has absolutely filed that experience away in her psyche. |
I payed off all my debt today. Which should be a an awesome feeling. I won’t be telling anyone because the the current economic situation. It’s not really appropriate. But all I want to do is cry. The money came from my Mom’s life insurance. She died at the beginning of March. I would much rather have my mom. Especially right now, with all the crazy shit going on in the world. I really want my Mom. | I know the feeling my Mom died a few years back from cancer. It hurts so much but it does get easier. *Internet stranger hug* |
Also, I think it would be even funnier if they were looking with binoculars. | Didn't think I'd actually find relatable content on this sub, but here it is |
Hi folks, I hope you're all doing well. And that you're getting a lot off your chests where needed.
So this is a story all about how, my life got flipped, turned upside down, so I worked hard and bought my parents house. Now I will admit this right from the start, I'm not a good person, by doing what I am doing .
TL:DR is at the bottom if you'd rather a summary of the whole crazy story
I'll have to give a little bit of backstory to explain this whole thing, my parents married young, I wasn't planned, and when they were growing up, it was the standard thing that when you have a baby, you get your own place. It didn't matter if you rented or bought a place.
So with my parents being young and with a baby on the way, they rented from this lovely fellow from Osaka, Japan, who we'll call Uncle Kiryu. Now Uncle Kiryu was a wealthy man, who made a lot of money from Oil and Property, but he started from nothing, so he knew that being young, you needed a helping hand to get people started. So he would rent out apartments and houses at lower than market rates for people who wanted a roof over their heads, he still made a profit and because he had so many properties, he has always had steady income, whether theres a recession, floods, war etc
Now Uncle Kiryu was always generous to me and my family, helped where he could, we even had him over for birthdays and New Years. He once brought me to the dentist when I fell and broke a tooth at age 11, and he paid it without question. Overtime, as my parents got older, finished college, got better Jobs, he helped them moved from a one bedroom apartment with no garden, to a nice townhouse, to a 3 bedroom house right outside the City Centre in Dublin. All of which, he owned and rented out to them.
However, if Kiryu has a fault, he always tries to see the best in people, even if their flaws are staring him in the face.
The reason I'm telling you so much about Uncle Kiryu, is because he is very important in this story, and because I literally owe him my life.
About 12 years after they had me, they unfortunately were in a car accident, and had numerous injuries. My dad cracked his ribs, tore a muscle in his back and dislocated both shoulders, my Mum broke her leg in 2 places and shattered her right foot. Thanks to these injuries, they sadly lost their jobs (this was back when you could get away with making people redundant for long term medical injuries).
Thanks to the injuries and losing their jobs, they were stuck at home all day, and could do very little except take painkillers and watch tv. I spent a lot of time with family, babysitters or just hanging out with friends outside for at least a year while they recovered and went through rehab and surgeries.
There is a part of long term injuries that isn't always brought up: Pain management. Between broken bones, torn muscles and not being able to work, Mum and Dad were in pain, and taking a lot of pills and injections just to function, and well......pain medication can be quite addictive and can change you as a person.
This was only too clear to see as my parents changed from proud, hard working, loving people to addicts who cared about getting a fix. Once they recovered from their injuries, they couldn't get pain pills anymore, so they switched to heroin and alcohol.
Once that started, the abuse soon followed. They teased me about everything:
- Making me feel bad about getting 92 on a test (why didnt you get the other 8 percent?)
- Stealing money I was making at a part time job I had as a waitress in a hotel. (Its in our house, so its our money)
- Complaining about having to pay for new bras/clothes when I outgrew them (which I unfortunately did a lot), culminating in me learning to sow/make my own bra extenders and repair tears in my clothes and school uniform. (To this day, I still have an emergency clothes fund as a just in case)
- Guilting me into slowly doing more and more housework, to the point my days literally consisted of 'Get up, make their breakfast, go to school, occasionally go to work, come home, do the housework, make dinner, do homework, shower, bed'.
The moment that broke me was when I was 17, we had been fighting over something stupid, to this day, I still cant remember what, but I do remember what they said to me:
> Dad: You're just a lazy, good for nothing bitch, all you do is rip your clothes with your fat fucking tits and complain, even though we keep this roof over your head and food in the fridge.
> Mum: So shut up, you're worthless, you're just going to be a waitress all your life anyway. You're not worth a Fiver. This was followed by a slap from Dad and my Mum spitting on me.
Have you ever heard the expression, you cant see the forest through the trees? Well that damn day lit a fire under me and I got ready to burn the forest down. What followed was me putting all my time into school and work.
(This part will sound like I'm bragging, I dont mean to, I'll try to make it more factual and to the point)
The next 5 years seemed to fly by in a month, I dont know how or why but I turned into a machine and made something of myself:
- I finished my Leaving Cert (the equivalent of SAT's for you lovely Yanks across the sea), and got into culinary college.
- Passed with flying colours (and a very sticky Croquembouche that fell on my teacher) and got a job as a prep chef in the hotel I was working at.
- Moved out of my parents house and into an apartment, thank you Uncle Kiryu!
- Busted my ass and got promoted to Commis Chef, then Line Chef, and after about 3 years, Sous Chef. I wasn't the best chef there, far from it, but until I made Sous Chef, I was paid hourly, so I worked every hour they would give, and that earned me a lot of respect, plus I would always clear the oil and water drains in the kitchens.
- Save up a lot of money for a rainy day
All the while, my parents fell deeper into their addictions. We kept our distance mostly, we saw each other on birthdays, Christmas etc. Occasionally I'd get a call to borrow money for food (heres a tip, if someone asks for food money, offer to bring them shopping, if they're genuine, they'll jump at the chance, if not, they'll run). Whenever I visit, their house has fallen into disrepair. Broken windows, torn wallpaper, burn marks everywhere, mold in the ceiling etc, broken plumbing (seriously, I had to turn the water off to stop the 2nd floor from being destroyed). Uncle Kiryu notices but they wont let him in to fix the place up.
The moment that made my attitude go from 'I'm going to make something of myself' to 'I will destroy you' was last Christmas. We went to a family get together, and it was the usual party: Big turkey, way too much mulled wine, tons of pressies, old song about Auld Lang Syne and everyone watching Mr's Browns Boys (Its a popular show with our family).
My lovely aunt was telling anyone who would listen how I helped save her daughters wedding by catering the whole thing (I didn't, I just put her in contact with a friend of mine who specialises in wedding meals) and my Dad in his pill and mulled wine induced stupor decided to rant about my career.
> A Caterer? A fucking caterer? Oh no, I'm sorry, you're some big poncy chef! Why didn't you go into construction like me? Do something useful with your life, not some worthless career where all you do is peel potatoes all day.
My Mum of course, decides to chime in and essentially mumbles some inordinate abuse, calling my work 'not a proper job, anyone can do it. A cow like you isn't worth a damn fiver'.
Now this is where they touched a nerve, I will admit, I'm a woman who has an ego when it comes to my work. I'm not at the level of Michelin star chefs, but I'm damn good at what I do, I worked hard to get there and I know I'm worth something.
Skipping forward a couple of weeks and I'm at my Uncle Kiryu's house for his New Years party (he always celebrates it in Mid January for some reason), and he's talking about work and how its a good time to sell some of his properties that are vacant, and it hits me:
What if I buy my parents house?
So Uncle Kiryu and I get talking and he realises that with the house in such a state of disrepair, it would cost a lot to repair, so he agrees to sell it to me at a cheaper price rather than having it fixed up first. I'm not proud of this, but I convinced (read: outright lied) him that I wanted to buy the place to ensure my parents would always have a roof over their heads.
Well it took nearly 6 months (and this damnable Covid 19 crisis didn't help) but soon enough, I got the confirmation from my lawyer and estate agent that I now own my parents 3 bedroom house and I'm their new landlord.
As part of the sale, I asked Uncle Kiryu to organise the transfer of rent payments to a new bank account that I setup, and I've had him work as my intermediary with them, so they havent had to meet their new landlord yet.
I can't evict them yet (there is currently a freeze on evictions in my Country), but once the Covid 19 crisis is done, they'll have 3 months to get the hell out, then I can fix the damage they've done and move into my own home. Meanwhile, they're on benefits and can barely afford a damn meal, never mind somewhere to live. I'm watching the calendar, waiting for my day to visit and serve an eviction notice.
I'm not the good girl or the hero of this story, but I'm worth more than a fiver.
TL:DR Parents brand me as useless, light a fire under my ass and fall into addiction, I use the fire to burn down a forest, get a job and buy their house, which will leave them homeless by 2021.
Updates: Sooooooooo this is what people mean by RIP my inbox!! Wow theres been a lot of feedback and advice on this, both in the comments and via PM, some constructive and positive, some honest and negative, and some cool offers for drinks.
Thank you everyone for the advice, here is the answer to some of the questions I got:
- Will you tell your Uncle Kiryu the truth? Yes I will tell him the truth, we're meeting for lunch on Thursday, I'm cooking his favourite :)
- Arent you buying a heavily damaged/trashed house? I've visited enough to see what I'm dealing with. The damage is mostly superficial, the most expensive part will be replacing the carpets, broken shower and broken windows. It will take time to finish redecorating and fixing the place, but heres the thing, the house is mine, I'm not in a rush, I'm not selling it or trying to rent it out again, so I can take my time to get it right. Rome wasnt built in a day.
- Why are you doing this? Some of this is for revenge, but the main motivation is, that place was my home, I want to continue my life there and move on from that part of my history. Plus I'm getting a 3 bedroom house in Ireland, it will be mine, I will live there and have my home. Lastly, I can move on from the bad part of my life into a new, and hopefully better one.
- I think the apple doesnt fall far from the tree/you're full of hate and anger/you're cruel etc. You're right. I never claimed to be a hero or a good person in this story. I have a cruel streak, I look after myself first. Not to be crude, but after going through all the hell, fire and just pure shite life has thrown at me, I'm fighting back, and fighting dirty.
- Have you thought/tried to get your parents into rehab? Yes. I tried, their parents tried, their now ex friends tried, Uncle Kiryu tried. We all pushed so hard, but its just too much. I am just too burned out from everything to do that again.
- Why not just cut them out of your life? Thats what I am doing. I'm cutting them out of my life, once they're evicted, they're gone. The locks will be changed, I'll be getting new alarm systems. I have no intentions of speaking to them again. After some advice, I'm going to go no contact. So no more meeting at birthdays, Xmas, weddings.
- *Insert Legal advice involving UK law here*. Much obliged and thanks, you guys, however there are different laws in the Ireland compared to the UK.
- Wont your Uncle Kiryu just rent them out another place? I doubt it. He might, but considering the damage done to this house, and the strained relationship they have, it is unlikely. Plus his other properties are (most likely, I could be wrong) outside of their price range.
Update with Kiryu: Finally got a chance to meet with Uncle Kiryu, I invited him to taste some of our new dishes in work and admitted to him why I **REALLY** wanted to buy the house. He nodded and said very simply: 'I know. I am not happy about this. But I know why you're doing this, Senshi (his nickname for me.)
Once I convinced him that I wasnt planning on burning the house down (he was very concerned about it for some reason), he gave me some advice, and gave me the name of a management company, saying that he no longer wanted to be the intermediary. He asked if I realised they would have no home after this and that he cannot save them, I explained that I did.
After that, he asked me to cook his favourite dish as 'Punishment' and made me promise to give him plenty of notice when the eviction proceedings so he could be miles away.
Thank you to everyone who advised me to tell him. You were right. | Tell your uncle though. Explain everything to him so he doesn't feel like you betrayed him. |
I don’t feel bad at all because not vaccinating your child is something but not getting medical care for your severely sick child because you don’t believe in doctors or modern medicine is to me a form of abuse.
Edited: The reason this is a confession is because the people I reported were once very close family friends so i may not regret it but I still feel bad because that’s just me and no one in my family knows it’s me
Update: I called child services to ask for an update and they told me the case is closed and nothing else. I heard my family talking that his/her parents took him/her out from the hospital and that’s it. Basically, all I did is nothing and I didn’t help my god child at all.
Edited: Thank you everyone for all your kindness and encouragement.
Edited: For all the people that wrote negative comments on this post hope all of you have a good day and never judge a book by its cover.
| You did a good thing. |
I'm on a throwaway since I don't want to talk about this on my main. So about a week ago my wife told me she thought the idea of eating my asshole was hot and she wanted to do it. I thought that was kind of weird so I laughed and said I guess we can try it but I asked her what was do hot about it and either some gentle prodding I got to the heart of the issue. She wanted to try eating my shit.
I love my wife so, so much. We've been married for 6 years, have two beautiful children and a wonderful life together. I figured that I could at least try it even though the thought makes me squeamish. For her. She definitely does sexual things (albeit a bit more "normal" things) for me that don't really get her off so I thought what's the harm?
Well she took the kids to her moms house yesterday and told me to shower. I showed and she had a drink for me when I got out. I drank a couple more then we went to the bathroom and got naked and she laid in the tub (for easy cleanup) and I crouched over her with my asshole exposed. She started kissing and licking it while rubbing my cock which honestly was not unpleasant. Then it got a bit weird. She was moaning and playing with herself while eating my ass then she moaned "Feed me baby. I want your shit. I want it all." I tried to poop but it was really weird and uncomfortable. Right as I started to feel it slipping out I heard her moan "Fuck yes!" then she sucked the small piece of shit right out of my asshole and started eating it. I felt so gross and uncomfortable that I honestly almost started crying. I watched the mother of my children and the woman I love suck a nugget of shit out of my ass and eat it. It was one of the most disgusting experiences of my life and I need to talk to her because she texted me today that she wants to eat more of my "special brownies" and I haven't responded. I'm going to have to sit her down and tell her I don't think I can ever do that again. | Shut this down now. Don’t lead her on and make her think you enjoy it, talk to her and tell her you are uncomfortable with it and you don’t want to do it again |
I wonder if he’s going to get arrested...? But even if he doesn’t, the videos posted on his social media will help to identify more people.
I don’t even hate him, I just figured it was necessary to do whatever I could to stop these things from happening.
Edit: Throwaway for obvious reasons. | Some folks here don't understand that OP just reported A TERRORIST. I don't have to be an American to say this was right. It's common sense. You know a terrorist, report the terrorist.
Good on ya mate! |
I have always called my wife by terms of endearment rather than her name; Sweetheart, Darling One, etc. After 23 years of marriage she is actually taken aback if I call her by name at this point, which almost never happens anyway.
There’s a reason, and it’s not because it was an ex-girlfriend’s name or anything like that. It’s just... I hate it. I think it’s an ugly name. It grates on me, rubs me entirely the wrong way, and I can’t stand using it to identify someone I’m very much in love with.
(I won’t say what it actually is because she might read this and I’d rather she didn’t find out, so let’s just say it’s Gretchen, which is a name I hate in the same way.)
Not as juicy a confession as some on here, but that’s mine.
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*Edit: I’m really surprised at how many people assume she must be “Karen.” I did say we’d been married for 23 years. Karen was just another name only a few years ago.*
*Edit 2: Okay, what the hell. It’s Rachel. Sorry if that was anticlimactic.*
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2011: Wife had an affair
2012: Made a career ending mistake (No I will not elaborate, but endangered some lives) I was able to "retire early", but hated how it went down
2012-2013: Literally drunk, unemployed and depressed
2014: Checked into a hospital for my deteriorating mental condition and suicidal thoughts. Wife calls me a "piece of shit" for it
2015-2017: Working, but crappy job and the wife is getting more and more hostile
2018: Finally got a real job, but was injured three months into it and had to stay at home. Still got a paycheck, but it was pretty awful. According to the wife, this makes me a terrible husband
The last six months of 2019: The toxic wife and I are done, I am making real money at job I love. I have opened myself up sexually in ways I never thought possible and am looking ahead feeling pretty good.
Edit: I am getting some really wonderful responses. Kind of overwhelming, I Want to thank all of you for the kind words and good wishes. I want to respond to all of individually, but it is starting to look like it would be an all day thing and it is NYE. I hope all of you have a fantastic 2020!
Update. I want to thank whoever awarded this. It means a lot to me.
Update 2: For those that asked, she sounds awful in this, but the truth is that she was unhappy in our marriage and not good at dealing with it. She really isn't a bad person and she is an incredible mother to our kids. We are getting along much better now. | First line - "Wow, that fucking sucks"
Next few lines - "Jesus, this guy has really had a fucking awful few years"
Penultimate line - "Wow, this guy can't catch a break...WHAT THE FUCK, HE'S *STILL WITH* THE WIFE?"
Last line - "Nice."
Good job buddy, onwards and upwards! Welcome to the rest of your life. Enjoy it. |
And I'm super excited! That's all, I haven't told very many people yet. Have a great day everyone.
Edit: thanks for all the encouraging words. To everyone who is upset I posted on here, my apologies if it ruined your day.I will provide an update tomorrow morning.
Update: I couldn't wait and went home early from work, it's a YES. Hope everyone has a great weekend, this is one of the happiest days of my life. | Best of luck dude
Please reply if you succeed tomorrow |
I had recently gotten the chance to take my relationship a step further with my gf. I've always been self conscious of my size (2" flaccid 4" erect) and also being a virgin I was extremely nervous as to what would happen. But with the help of some random people on the internet, I built up some self esteem and went for it. It was going well. I was giving her a good time and she said it was my turn. Then proceeds.. the reveal.
She looked shocked. Then disappointed and started to laugh. TO FUCKING LAUGH. I knew she was not a virgin, but I wasn't sure the size of her last partner. I was trying not to break down from embarrassment. I must have hid it well, because she still did her thing. After about five minutes, she kinda just stopped. She told me that she needed to go somewhere, and dipped out really fast.
There I am. Sitting on my bed semi-hard with a flood of emotions flowing through my head. Mostly sadness, and shame, I guess. But whatever. I cried my way through it. Ended up playing video games and drinking for the first time in forever. It was not my best night.
Fast forward to the next day, and I start getting dms from our friend group about my "size". Sarcastic comments about how huge I was. Whatever. I shrugged it off and pushed through it. It hurt, but fuck it right? The last two messages were what broke me. One of her close friends (who never liked me) put it as "heard your dick is as small as iq, wait til [basically everyone in school] hears this". I don't know why it was that one that broke me. I'm a relatively smart person. But it was just so diminishing to my self esteem that I didn't go to school for the next three days.
When I finally went back (only because I was backing up on work) I was approached by my gf and she privately told me she wanted to head out separate ways. It was like a anvil being dropped on my heart. We had been together for a while, and I thought it was going great but... I guess not. I hear since then she has already found a new boyfriend and I have basically been shunned among our old friend group.
I'm sad, lonely and defeated. I really don't know what to fucking do. I'm sitting here in bed in the middle of the night typing this with tears in my eyes. What do I fucking do | Shit happens my guy there is nothing you can do about your size and the fact she told everyone is messed up.
Don't let it get to you. And if you show it gets to you they will never let up.
I have a friend who's dick is way below average and he gave him self the nickname Horse. He has a partner and they get along just fine.
He turns it into a joke a frequently says he can fuck a grape.
You will find the right person.
The best tip is just to own it eat pussy and use toys.
You will be fine |
Our household had two cats at the time. One cat was the family cat, but the other cat, Edward, obviously loved my brother more than anyone. They’d always cuddle together on the sofa and Ed would be always be at his side. Ed loved me too, but it was obvious it wasn’t the same.
When my brother died, Edward was a wreck as was the rest of the family. He would wait outside my brother’s door, crying for him. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, after crying myself, only to find Edward sitting in my brother’s empty bedroom looking downward. He’d seem to endlessly cry for my brother. And it was apparent that he knew what had happened, he seemed to know my brother had died. He knew he wasn’t coming back.
The silver lining though, is that Edward still loves my brother, even several years later. He sits right beside my brother’s altar, resting his head on the box of his ashes. Sometimes, I’ll see him staring at photos of my brother. His eyes will be incredibly focused on the photos and he’ll rest a paw on them. He doesn’t do this to any other photos.
I have a friend who is about the same height and weight as my brother and shares some traits. When he would come visit, Edward knew it wasn’t him, but that kind of person is the type of he loves. Edward instantly snuggles up to him. He loves being around tall adolescent guys, I think they remind him of my brother.
When I’m with Ed, I remind him how much I love him and I hold onto him for hours. He’s a simple cat, a little dumb, he drools, but he’s the most emotionally intelligent animal I’ve ever seen. I love him endlessly.
He’s helped me a lot. He so plainly loves and misses my brother. He’s doing a lot better and no longer crying every night for my brother, he’s enjoying life but leaving time to remember his favorite guy. It pushes me forward. Because if a cat can love and properly, healthily mourn, then so can I.
Edit:
I will post a photo of Edward when I get home today.
Here is the photo of him:
https://imgur.com/a/vYLMuL7[Edward the cat](https://imgur.com/a/vYLMuL7) | Aw. This is a beautiful story. I am so sorry for your loss, but thank you for writing this. |
I used to have this friend. We'll call him Brian. He and I "dated" when we were in 7th and 8th grades. It wasn't a serious relationship, we were way too young for that, but we "dated". We kind of drifted apart after middle school.
One week, during senior year of high school, he just sort of disappeared. Gone without a trace. Nobody seemed to know what happened, he just dropped off the face of the earth. His best friend had no idea and couldn't get in touch with him. He even jilted his would-be prom date.
As you can imagine there were lots of rumors, everything from him dying to him going to jail, etc. But the big rumor that got passed around the most was that his dad caught he and his mom *en flagrante*.
I thought it was just a dumb rumor, because it's obvious to see why that sort of rumor would be popular even if it isn't true. Plus I knew Brian and his mom and it just didn't seem likely. They were very normal, upper middle class, not like toothless rednecks or anything. Oh, yeah, and *who does that?* Going to jail for murder seemed wayyy more likely than *that*.
Anyway, after college I moved to a really tiny city in a rural area halfway across the country, literally thousands of miles from where I grew up, because I fucking love mountains and also nobody can afford to live where I grew up anymore. This weekend I went to a Target in a different town that I don't usually go to. Guess who I saw there?
Yep. And they were acting... you know. *Familiar.*
They didn't kiss or anything, but it was unmistakable. Wayyyy too much touching, hand-holding, that sort of thing. I stalked them around the store a bit, just because I was so intensely curious, and even out into the parking lot to get a look at them without masks on. It was definitely them. Thankfully they didn't notice me (I look a lot different now, which helps, plus I was wearing a mask and sunglasses).
Really weird! Just like... I'm in shock. I don't know, I've been dying to tell someone but I'm not close to many people from high school anymore. The only friend I still talk to really is really dramatic and I know she can't keep a secret, and even though I would sooner die than have sex with my mom or dad I don't necessarily want to ruin Brian's life or whatever (or ruin it any more than it already has been). I was thinking about telling my roommate, but tbh I don't like her that much. So... I'm telling you all this piece of juicy gossip instead. I know it means way less to you than it does to me, but there it is.
Anyway... the world is a fucked up place.
Edited for typos
EDIT: You all found this way more interesting than I expected. To respond to some common comments:
- No, he's not adopted that I know of. I doubt he secretly is based on how they look, but who knows.
- Yes, it's very gross.
- To the people saying I don't have any hard proof: you're right! But I'm not just basing this off of them holding hands. They were acting like a couple in ways that are hard to describe but you know when you see it. Maybe some people act this way with their parents, I definitely don't, but they didn't act that way together when I knew them. Add that to the old rumor and I'm pretty convinced.
- Yes, she probably groomed and raped him, though like I said I never saw any evidence of anything weird when we were dating. Also he had other girlfriends in high school. If I could call the cops and have him sent to psychotherapy I would, but I googled around and it looks like he would just go to jail which I don't think would help anyone. Plus I don't know what I would tell them. See above.
- I googled the "broken arms" thing and I really wish I hadn't. | This hsd been going on since he was at least a teenager. He's been groomed by his pedophile/Ephebophile mother. He's a victim even if he's been brainwashed into thinking this is ok. |
So I visited this guy in a halfway house late one night.
I gave him a sloppy, mind-blowing blowjob and swallowed the most putrid cum I've ever tasted in my life. I mean, it tasted like straight gasoline and chemicals. I swallowed it on an empty stomach, and it left a filmy layer on my tongue.
So, I'm driving home and my stomach starts churning, my mouth gets watery, It's really threatening to come up. I knew this road and the only place to pull in for miles was Grace Covenant Church.
There I am, face sweating, body shaking, yacking up globs of the most vial seminal fluid I've ever encountered.
Wiped my mouth, hopped back in my car, and drove home. I said a little apology prayer to God. | What exactly did you expect homeless drug addict jizz to taste like? |
When i was 13, i used to play a lot of GMod on steam, and i met this guy who added me, and asked for naked pictures of me. I knew about this sort of thing, because i was a smart kid, and we had endless classes in school on online safety. I told the guy that if he bought and gave me a $100 gift card for steam, i would send him the pictures, and he did, it worked, and so i reported and blocked him. I have never told anybody about this in my life, so you are all the first, lol.
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using a throwaway because my friends and family know my main account. | for anyone who's wondering what i bought with the gift card, i got skyrim legendary edition, assasins creed 2, and CSGO |
The lockdown was really getting to him. Recently, we noticed that there's a family of stray cats that live near us. He started putting food out for them every single night. Occasionally he'll peek out the window to see if they're out there. He's never seen them eat the food, but the bowl is always empty. He worries about whether they're eating enough, and if they know how to cross the street safely. It's very cute.
Today, I was on my way home and when I walked over to check the food, I saw an enormous possum just devouring. He's had such a sense of purpose taking care of the cats, and I don't want to ruin it, so you guys are the only people I'm going to tell.
Edit: update for anyone creeping my profile and reading this way later: He found out about the possum(s). There are probably two or three of them, and we found out they actually live in the same little area with the cats. The cats have gotten a lot more friendly, but the possums remain skittish.
Every time he sees a possum, he excitedly sends me a text and picture. There's also a skunk, and he loves every single animal that comes to eat the food we put out. | He could be doing both and not know it.
I have been putting seed/fruit/leftover veggies onto my back deck in the winter for years because my cats enjoy the show from the windows of all the fauna we attract.
I get birds, squirrels, moles, voles, chipmonks, and possums. The possum moved in under my shed with her family this fall after a coyote incident that killed a few babies. Now they're mostly safe inside my yard and my dog has begun to enjoy their company.
Honestly it's become my favorite routine in winter. There's several murders of crows in the area, but at about 1130am every day they all converge in the trees in my backyard to feast for 10 minutes and the cacophony of their crowing is amazing.
Wild animals and feral animals will eat anything and it's totally normal for several species to eat from the same area especially if it's consistent. |
My wife is a piano teacher and has been for approaching 15 years. She's still not super confident of playing to an audience though - but I absolutely love it. I could listen to her play for hours.
So if she asks me to do something, and I say "Only if you play piano", I often say I'm still working on it way after I've finished it just so she keeps on playing.
Just a small confession, I know, but if I told her this she'd never play for more than a few minutes. | This is so sweet... |
so i was walking home from work as i do daily, and i work right near a school so pass the children as they're leaving school (i finish at 3:30 some days). I was walking and seen this group of clearly horrible teenage girls. one of the girls ran up to this girl who was on her own walking in front of me and pushed her and this made me angry (especially during school i was bullied all the way through). i then seen the girl run passed me again to do it again so on her way back to her friends laughing and thinking she was high and mighty i decided to stick my foot out. she went flying smashed her chin on the floor and it looked like she started crying. i carried on walking feeling great about it and i'm not ashamed either. fuck trashy bullies.
edit: apologies for the misleading title, some of y’all have some fucked up minds 😂 i am british and i think this might have something to do with the wording! | Ha. I thought you fell over a teenager. |
I swear every time I introduce myself to someone, as soon as they say their name I never remember what it was. It’s like my brain just shuts off when people tell me that. I have a co-worker I have worked with for a year and I still don’t know his name. | 14 years Army. Every bodies name was on the back of their hat or right there on their chest (right hand side). So even if you forgot somebodies name it was literally right in front of you.
I can give you every other detail about the person, hair eye skin color, build, facial shape, a police sketch artists dream.
But name? Might as well never told me cause I can’t remember names for shit. |
My girlfriend gets really emotional on her period. I dm a D&D game that includes just her and I. I try to plan sad parts of the story around her period in order to make the scenes more effective. She ends up being more attached to characters and the story, and I find she ends up enjoying the session more.
I feel bad about it, but it works.
Edit: after this picked up I felt I had to show her this post, she loves that I do this. And she loves that you all think this is the strangest thing lmao | This is nothing but the strangest confession I have ever read. Please take this confused upvote? |
Throwaway account, but there it is. The title basically sets the entire premise of this, but I was recently brought up to speed on my condition and what the survival rate looks like for someone in my position (stage IV cancer, spread throughout). It's next to 0, and I'm a realist so my days are numbered to just a handful of years at most in some of the best case scenarios.
I've been in a relationship with a woman who's been through a tremendous amount of painful losses and setbacks recently in her life. She's made it clear that I've gotten her through some very rough patches and that imagining a life with me has made it easier for her to move past those events and consider a future for herself.
I don't have many regrets in life and I consider myself very privileged to have seen the things I've seen, visited the places I've been, and loved the people I've loved. It sounds strange, but I'm kinda ready. The only thing that is breaking my heart is that I have no idea how to break this to the person who has attached her orbit to a dying star unknowingly.
**EDIT: I see there are a few questions about the diagnosis. I know this is the internet and folks are out to poke holes in stuff, but in the interest of spreading awareness for anyone who has experienced or has seen these symptoms, I'll elaborate as much as I can without getting too much into personal details.**
This is the result of a regional **recurrent** melanoma that spread beyond the origin area. The original melanoma displayed irregular borders, dark pigmented regions contrasting with lighter regions, and was removed with clear margins and follow up PET scans showed no traces of metastasis outside of the local region. Bullet dodged. I went on attending regularly scheduled screenings with dermatologists for over a decade, up until I hit a rough patch in my life and stopped.
Once you are diagnosed with a melanoma, you must (MUST MUST MUST) adhere to a 6 month schedule of skin screenings to make sure there is no recurrence or separate growths occurring. A melanoma can spread incredibly fast compared to other cancers, so it must be caught very quickly (within 6 months). Someone proven to be susceptible to melanoma should create a regimen for getting these screenings scheduled and adhere to them. Insurance won't always cover them (which is insane, but that's another thread), but the cost out of pocket without insurance should be around $250-300 USD. Budget for that. It sucks, but that's what you have to do. If you don't have the means to pay for the screenings, there are options such as the [SpotMe program by the AAD](https://www.aad.org/public/spot-skin-cancer/programs/screenings) that offer free skin screenings and consult.
I fell into a period in my life where I lapsed in these screenings. For just a tad over 3 years, I let them go by because I was alone, depressed, and didn't see the point. By the time I met someone who made me want to turn things around and get myself into shape and take care of myself, it was already back and had a head start.
So PLEASE GET YOURSELF SCREENED. And if you've ever been diagnosed with a melanoma or even a benign form of cancer, **GET YOURSELF ON A SCREENING SCHEDULE AND PLEASE STICK TO IT.** | this is so sad, i truly hope the best for you both. i think she would hurt less if you told her sooner rather than later |
Edit: thank u to the kind reddit user who gave me gold. :)
- for everyone saying it’s weird that I’m weird for listening his fart ... lol. this man has held my hair while I’ve thrown up and cleaned it up when I couldn’t make it to the toilet. a few death smelly farts won’t kill me, yet.
- he likes scooting his booty into my lap sometimes when he’s awake so he’s aware of what’s happening in his sleep.
- I am small spoon sometimes, I just enjoy when I get to be big spoon.
I’m a small person, 4’10 while my bf’s 6’1. He usually falls asleep faster than I do so I like to rub his butt.
He’s been getting better sleep lately so it’s nice to listen to his snores even his farts while he’s sleeping. I usually go on reddit (like rn) while he’s passed out and rub his little bottom when I know he’s having a bad dream.
Plus, I’ve always been one to complain about s/os laying on my (really long) hair and over heating. I also HATE the guy dead arm thing. It’s not only uncomfortable for the guy, but also me.
He likes being small spoon because he says he feels safe. I’m not sure how I would protect him, but it’s nice to hear.
:’) | Damn, this sounds amazing. I have to rub my own butt 😞 |
I have a 5 year old son, he's the light of my life, and means the world to me. I divorced from his mother 2 years ago, and have a little less than 50% custody; it kills me every day I don't have him, but I make do. I do my best to always "do what's right" when raising him.
But lately, I've been lying to my son, regularly and often. Pretty much every day I have him.
You see, recently he has taken a shining to Pokemon. We watch the old ones on Netflix, he has a Cubone pokeball made out of legos I bought him, and loves Pikachu. I want to get him an old Nintendo 2ds or, ideally, a switch, but can't afford one right now; so I downloaded Pokemon Go.
He. Loves. It.
I set him up with an account on my phone, and when he got sad about not having any friends, I made an account on my work phone so we can trade gifts.
He has asked me to catch Pokemon he doesn't have when I'm at work or when he's at his Mom's house. I did for the first couple days. But seeing his face light up when he catches a new one made me stop. I tell him I look for new ones but don't find any, when in reality I just catch at least one he already has once a day to keep his streak going. I can't stand to miss seeing his reaction when he gets a new one he hasn't seen yet. It absolutely makes my day. I also sometimes catch multiple ones he already has just so he can get more candies and level his Pokemon up.. He thinks they just give him more because he's a good trainer. I do not dispute this, and say that they must know how much he cares about his Pokemon and how he takes good care of them.
I also told him that even though we don't have a Pikachu, I'll catch one if I ever see one. But I lied. I have one on my account, and purposefully didn't get it on his. You should see the way he lights up at catching a weedle, or a swablu, or a nosepass, or some other minor one... I don't want to miss what his reaction will be when we finally get his Pikachu. I want to have him there to celebrate instead of just catch him one. I can't wait until we get that little yellow guy.
So I lie, every day, to my son. About Pokemon. | In my opinion this makes you a good person! |
**UPDATE**
First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you so much to everyone for taking the time. Even for those of you who PMed me telling me to fuck off and kill myself, thank you. I was at a crossroads this morning when I typed my original post out. I had just gotten done with a two mile jog and was feeling really good about myself looking in the mirror. Then I realized while I was looking at myself and thinking how good I looked, I was reaching for my hidden tube of coke.
I read all the comments. Every. Single. One of them. At least all the ones up until like ten minutes ago, so if you told me “fuck you you worthless crackwhore” just now, sorry I didn’t see it yet.
I cried a lot. I cried because I felt sorry for myself, angry at being insulted, but worst of all for betraying my boyfriend. Him most of all.
I texted him 911 and a few minutes later he came over. I confessed everything to him, every last detail. He grabbed me and shook me, pushed me away and slapped me.
I DESERVED IT.
I DID.
I DID.
He never cries. He never shows emotion but he did here and he cried and told me he was sorry he hit me. I told him he needs to hit me harder after what I did.
I told him about my dealer and he told me the first thing I need to do is delete his number. He went into my phone and did it for me. Symbolic because it’s easy to get it again, but I understand.
Then he cuffed me to the bed using my own handcuffs that I bought for sex and told me he was calling my mom. I cried and begged but he said it was for my own good.
My mom’s here now in the kitchen making me lunch. And she yelled at me that she’s going to watch me eat every bite and that I have to go to rehab and there’s no ifs ands or buts and she doesn’t care if I’m 23 and an adult.
So the secrets out.
Not all my friends know yet but a lot do and they’re surprisingly supportive.
I had a talk with my boyfriend and I told him I understand if he needs to dump me. I deserve it but I begged him to forgive me.
He says he’s hurt but I’m an addict and that he loves me and will be with me through this and he wants to still be with me.
I’m so fucking grateful for him. He’s thirteen months younger than me but has more maturity than I’ll ever have. I’ve been such a worthless garbage human, yet people are helping me. I’m shaking so bad but I am not going to have any more. It stops today.
Thank you again, everyone.
**END UPDATE**
My friends all look at me positively or even envy me because I’m tall, thin, have nice hair, am fashionable, come from a good family, went to a good school, have a good job, live uptown, have a hot boyfriend.
They think I’ve got it together and marvel at how I have so much energy and exercise and do yoga and eat only healthy, frou-frou organic food.
“You’re body goals,” is something I hear a lot, and I eat up the attention and fake like I’m modest. I’m not. I love the validation.
But I’m a complete and utter phoney.
I’m not skinny because I eat spinach and kale salad with balsamic vinaigrette on the side and avoid sugar like the plague. I’m not skinny because I jog or do yoga or do ballet.
All of the above may be part of it, but the biggest factor in my being skinny and having a lot of energy is that I’m low-key wired on cocaine most of the day.
I’m just a little high all the time. My boyfriend loves it because I’m ready to fuck on a moment’s notice because I’m always horny as hell and the cocaine makes orgasms astounding.
I know I’m headed down a terrible path. I’m 23. Boyfriend is 22 and has no idea I’m snorting coke. I wonder if the cocaine is transmittable through body fluids. If it is, maybe he’s getting a secondary high from me getting all over him and into him.
I get it from a school friend who gets it from someone he knows. He doesn’t charge me because I fuck him. I use protection with him. I don’t with my boyfriend.
Yes, I know, I’m a piece of fucking shit. | Cheating on your bf for coke? That's gonna hurt. |
I was always really into BDSM and femdom. Especially cock and ball torture and started getting into that in my early 20's (I'm 36 now) I've spent years of my life having professional dominatrixs dom me and beat/stomp on my testicles. I don't know why I find it hot or enjoy but I do. Regardless, I wanted to donate sperm for some extra cash but they did a test on me and it turns out I have incredibly low sperm production and motility to the point where the odds of impregnating a woman incredibly low and almost not existent.
I saw a doctor specializing in fertility and the doctor examining me was shocked by the amount of scar tissue and trauma my testicles have gotten over the years. He had some recommendations to help but I really was never interested in having kids so I'm not too bummed out. I'm more bummed about not making money donating sperm to be honest. Regardless I'm almost completely sterile from too much cock and ball torture that I still enjoy from time to time. | Who would have thought right ? |
I would live under a bridge if it meant not having to live inside a circus show. I have to push myself out of bed every morning and overcome this insane feeling of dread. Dread for the next 12 hours of wasted life. I fucking hate work. | I did it in healthcare for over25 years. I just woke up one day and said: “ I can’t do this. Life should not be dreaded every single day.” I thought about what truly made me feel happy and that was animals. I became a dog groomer, opened up a spa out of my home and literally wake up every morning not believing that I am having money come in, can stay home and am truly genuinely happy to the core. I hope you find happiness and peace. My favorite saying is: Don’t be so busy making a living that you forget to make a life~ |
My mom walked in and hugged me saying "you sound sweet when you laugh, I'm proud you are my son , I'm glad you are enjoying life"
Which really spoke to me. little does she know she saved my life because that day I had planned out my suicide.
Thank you mom! For saving my life
Edit: Thank you for the kind words and support , life seems to be worth living a little more :) | If you can’t live for yourself, at least live for your mom. Heads up homie |
My son is 9 and he’s really into fortnite. I guess there is some event going on today and he’s been so excited about it. However, this morning we figured out that the event would be happening during his “zoom” hours at school. I’m the type of parent who is super involved with their kids school stuff. Very strict about grades.
Decided to let him take the day and enjoy his event. Emailed the school and said he had a headache.
Feeling like a rebel 😂
* Edit *
I didn’t think this would blow up so fast but I wanted to add some info so people quit making assumptions.
1- This event was virtual. My son did not go to a physical event. I would not let him go to something like that during a pandemic.
2- We live on the west coast. This event was during school hours for people on the west coast.
3- I am a mom. Moms can be cool too.
4- If you don’t agree with it that’s cool. I’m not telling you to let your kids skip school for video games. This was a confession. Chill out. | He wouldn’t remember that day of school in 20 years but maybe he’ll probably remember this |
So, I got a cat like 3 months ago. She is the purest, fluffiest baby in the world, but the most important part of this:
Every night since I got her, around 9pm, she will jump into my lap (no matter where I am sitting), climb up to my face and give me nose kisses and then proceed to curl up and purr herself to sleep. And then I just sit there, and look at this little loaf of fluff, and I cry. Every time. I just can't handle how cute she is and how much I love her I guess.
Sorry for rambling, just felt like sharing.
Edit: Guys you are so sweet :) unfortunately I don't know how to link pictures, but you can find them on my Profile! | Need some cat tax for reference |
I (17F) am telling my mom tomorrow that I’ll be taking off my hijab. I’m really really nervous about this, but I’ve already thought it over and discussed w my therapist. Additionally, I have a place to live if things go wrong.
I feel like this is the best time to tell her because I just graduated high school. And the day after I tell her, I’m leaving on a week long trip w my (non-muslim) grandma.
my parents already know that i don’t believe in islam anymore, but i still lead an islamic lifestyle per their request. So I feel like telling them this will be the final blow for them.
I feel really bad because I know this will tear my mom apart, and when I graduated she expressed how proud she was. I don’t want to disappoint her 😞
But i want to do this for myself, just feeling nervous about it though.
EDIT: thank you guys for the support, it truly means a lot to me. it’s difficult feeling isolated within your own family, but having support from others really helps.
I’m going to tell my mom before my flight on Monday evening. The thing is, i’ve been wearing hijab since i was 7. i haven’t a clue how to take care of my hair or make it look presentable. it’s also really unhealthy and dry, with breakage and a severe cowlick.
i made the decision to get a pixie cut tomorrow morning! i have a feeling my mom will be all the more pissed that i cut my hair to take off my hijab. but i guess this is a technicality i didn’t think through too much 🥲
i will post an update asap :) | Muslim here, If you think taking off your hijab is what's best for you, then more power to you, also you might wanna remind your Mom that forcing people to follow your faith (if she gets upset that you 're not wearing your hijab or follow Islam like she does) Remind her that in Islam, Forcing others to follow your religion is a major sin
“There shall be no coercion in matters of deen"
So if she's a Muslim and believes in Islam, if she forces you to do something that you don't want to, or aren't convinced of, then she's committing a major sin.
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Good luck! |
Its for a nasty confession that you are ashamed of. "Oh I let in 3 year olds on the rides even if they aren't 4...look at me I am an angel" "Oh I love my wife so much", "Oh I did so and so for blind and deaf children, I am so ashamed". Unless you raped or molested these blind kids, we don't care.
Only a narcissistic, attention whore that has low self esteem needs to brag about good deeds they did. We all do good deeds, we don't post them here to get attention.
Am I just a spiteful, bitter and resentful person? Yes, yes I am. But you know whose worse? People who humble brag. | “Unless you raped or molested those blind kids we don’t care” |
I am a grown woman (pregnant) and my son was asleep in the car. We were stuck in traffic, almost home and I couldn’t stop anywhere because said child was asleep. I shoved some wipes in there and it just exploded. This is the worst day and I’m so embarrassed and can’t tell anyone so I decided to tell you guys. Please tell me this has happened to others.
Edit - HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS!! I had no idea this was going to be so dang popular 😂😂 thank you all for making me feel better about my poop accident! I’m not scarred for life and I’m able to laugh about it now. My husband is super proud of me being at the top of the subreddit with my poop story. | Everyone poops their pants as an adult. If they say they haven't it just hasn't happened yet. |
Throwaway because I don't want this on my main and really need to rant. I'm his stapdad. I married his mom 6 years ago and he's 19 now. He's not on the street he's with his birth father. I've had my dog Mandy for 8 years. I've had her since she was a puppy and she's been in my life longer than my wife. I do care about my stepson but he's a pretty fucked up kid and has made things hard on me and his mom for years. He dropped out of school, refuses to get a job or a driver's license and sits up in his room all day playing games and jacking off, never cleans anything, constantly mouths off to me and his mom and acts out. I've always tried to be a good role model for him and tried to bond with him over the years but it never works out. He's been in therapy but that hasn't helped and now that he's an adult I can't really force him to go anymore. Things have been tense for along time because of him. We've been trying to get him to get it together to no avail for years now.
Last Thursday I caught him touching Mandy inappropriately with his pants down. I obviously didn't take that well. It quickly escalated into me yelling at him and my wife heard the noise and she started crying when I told her what was going on. I told him to go to his room and start packing essentials. I told my wife he's no longer welcome in my house. She agreed at the very least we needed a break. His dad lives nearby and so after more prodding he packed some essentials while I called his dad. His dad isn't a bad guy necessarily and he and I have tried to help the kid as best we can and we try to get along just for his sake even though my wife's marriage to him obviously went up in smoke. I told him what was going on and told him I can't have him in my house right now. He was speechless and I could tell it really shook him. I asked if he wouldn't mind him living there for awhile. He said it wouldn't be a problem and that he'd be ready to talk strategy with my wife and I on what our next steps are. I told him if he needed money I'd give it to him and he declined and apologized for the kids behavior and started crying. I told him it's not his fault and that he's sick but as bad as I feel for him I can't be around him right now.
My wife took him to his dads and I took Mandy to an emergency vet clinic to make sure she was okay. Unfortunately it gets worse. The vet checked her out after I told him what was going on and he told me she's not hurt now but has scarring and signs of longterm abuse. I broke down right there in the vets office and started crying. I couldn't believe he would do something like that with her not just once but probably several times. I took Mandy home and my wife and I talked for hours about what to do. We've contacted a psychiatrist and talked with his dad and he's going to take him there and make sure he gets the help he needs. This last week has been hell and I told my wife I don't know if I can ever forgive him for what he did and she said she's having a hard time with it too. We're also looking at a facility for my stepson to go to for professional help full time.
We've been giving Mandy lots of love, attention and treats so hopefully she can move past all of this too. It's so upsetting and disgusting. For a week now I've constantly felt sick to my stomach about how this has been happening in my house without me knowing. I have cried probably every day since it happened. I just don't see the light at the end of the tunnel right now.
Update: My wife and I have been talking about this all week and we talked about it some more and we've agreed the best thing we can do for him is to press charges and try to get him institutionalized with professionals to help rehabilitate him. His birth father talked with us about it and agreed this is the right thing to do.
Thank you to everyone for all of the love and support for my wife, Mandy and myself. It helps more than you think. Mandy seems to be doing okay. She actually seems happier and more carefree without my stepson around which is understandable. We've been spoiling her rotten to make her as happy as she can be.
My wife and I are also seeking a therapist as honestly neither of us have been handling this very well. I have not spoken to my stepson at all since he left. My wife can't bring herself to talk to him either. His dad said he's pretty much just making sure he's eating but he doesn't really know what to say to him either. He's been taking it really hard especially since he's living with him full time now and seeing how he lives. The whole situation is just a mess. | It's really really amazing you and the father get along when it comes to stuff like this, you've made the right decision, I honestly hope everything works out between you and his mom, and I really hope he gets the help he obviously needs poor doggo |
I honestly don't know, but I feel like I want to share this today. I've been starting at a bottle of cheap whiskey for far too long now.
Anyway, this all happened almost 6 years ago and obviously the account is a throwaway. I use reddit normally and I love browsing this sub so I'm confident there can be some understanding here, or so I hope.
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So let's rewind the clock back 6 years to a time when my sister and I were 16. Wish I could huh. Anyway. My sister Jane was the sweetest person I've ever met. Well I didn't think that higly of her at the time. Besides being sweet and nice to almost everyone she was a perfect tomboy - you know, short hair, boy clothes, interested more in cars than dolls if you get my gist.
This has all happened over a longer period of time. She started with the more boy-ish look when she was 13, my parents thought it was a phase and told her to dress normally. After many, many fights they gave up and allowed her to dress that way. Those were some terrible few weeks, many slaps, beatings and a lot of yelling from my dad and constant crying from my mom. Now I know the reason was they didn't want their daughter to be seen as *one of those freaks.* My parents are not religious, at least not more than your average family. They never forced their beliefs onto us, I got into the atheism craze when I was in my early teens and they didn't care for it, just told me not to tell people around (a lot of our family is religious). My dad was a police officer, pretty high ranking as well. He loved his job and was quite liberal in my opinions, extremely inclusive of other races and whatnot. He was also really *lax* with the rules. He often showed us his gun and on my grandad's estate/farm he told us to shoot with a similar gun while making sure we understand proper gun handling, care for the weapon, how to reload, not to put a finger on the trigger and to never ever aim at anyone.
The issues of gay and trans people came up very rarely but I remember someone on TV speaking about it, or maybe it was a movie I can't recall, but both of my parents were disgusted just by the thought. This was when I was 11 or 12. I asked about it, like the curious little shit I was, and my parents explained to both myself and my sister about what a gay is and transgender person is and so on. They outright said that those people are sick and should be in a hospital, same like pedophiles (we already had the talk about not going to people's cars etc...) or murderes.
My sister didn't really react but I did jump on that. With my friends we made these dumb stories and included a lot of gay and trans characters getting killed or being locked somewhere in prison. My parents praised me for being creative after hearing a pretty damn long story for a 12 year old.
Anyway, year later my sister started with the tomboy stuff and I didn't think of it much but fast forward 2 years, we're both newly fifteen and it clicks in my brain - why my parents were so opposed to it and what my sister really was. She was transgender! I felt mad at myself for even thinking my own sister could something so vile. I asked her several times and every single time she told me to screw off or just refuted it.
Few months passed and our relationship turned sour. We barely talked. I couldn't look at her and whenever I started talking Jane would make every effort to leave the room as soon as possible. Then came a night, I was staying up late playing World of Warcraft after my friends logged off. I went to grab a drink from the kitchen. To go down the stairs I always passed her room. I heard a sound. It was so strange like a cry of a weird creature.
Shitting my pants I opened the door. I saw her, crying on the floor. The sound was her trying to be quiet. For that short moment everything was gone. I ran to her asking what's happened, helping her up, sitting her down on her bed and giving her a hug. It was the first moment we shared after such a long time. She told me the truth. She was afraid, hurt and trans. I don't think I've ever been more conflicted than in that moment. I hated that she was trans I hated all trans people for *infecting her* with the virus with the illness. But she was my sister, someone I shared so much who was there for me when I was crying. I couldn't let go and so I just held her and stayed there through the night.
Non of her words reached me. She fell asleep that morning and because it was Saturday I put a blanket over her and let her sleep. She slept until 2pm when my mom woke her up with a yell. She looked at me, with red eyes, mouthing 'Thank you'. I remember that clear as day. After lunch I told her I want to talk and that we did. I suggested we tell our parents, that she is trans, and they can get treatment for her and she can be cured. That was the moment it all began to go downhill, my mom overheard. ARE YOU TRANS? she screamed and called for dad. Jane kept silent so they turned to me asking if she admitted to it. I nodded. My father beat her behind with a belt, leaving a few cuts. They kept screaming, Jane kept crying and I just stood there.
Our sixteenth birthday came. Over the few months I did warm up to trans people and read a lot online, asked people and used a few forums and message boards to talk to trans people. My parents didn't want to hear a word of it thought. Jane and I were born on the 14th of February, Valentine Twins haha. I liked the date for two reasons, it was like the whole world was celebrating my birthday. I got a cake and a ton of gits and just like every year I bought something small for Jane. This year I was conflicted but I decided to buy one anyway. It was this adorable huge teddy bears. Not your standard Valentine's one, but a proper (and expensive) teddy.
And just live every year our parents had work the day after. I couldn't stomach it and give Jane the gift on the 14th as I planned, even my parents didn't celebrate her birthday - just mine. I thought what a great idea to give it to her on the 15th when parents aren't there. I felt really bad for her and so I wrote a letter. Tried my best at proper cursive it was a mumbling bs of how I still love her and parents don't understand. I ended it with, *I'm glad to have you as my brother.* I remember writing those words, feeling kinda weird but happy at the same time.
After they left I opened the door but (s)he wasn't there. I put down the bear and put the letter on his huge fluffy head. I left the room and went to play World of Warcraft again, waiting for him to find it. I did hear the door to his room open and close.
I think it was almost an hour before a sound went through my headphones. A sound so fucking loud my ears were ringing. It took me a couple of seconds to put one and one together to realise it was a gunshot. There it was that thought of what happened. I didn't want it to be true. I wanted to run but at the same time I wanted to avoid knowing but what if...so many fucking what ifs, if I didn't play that fucking stupid game and just waited for her god damnit.
I opened the door and he lied there. In a pool of his own blood hugging that stupid teddy bear. That momnet was the longest moment ever. I feel down just fell I didn't even try to hold myself up. Ended up with a broken finger. After coming back to my senses I called an ambulance.
It was too late. It was my dad's gun, that's why he wasn't in his room he was getting into his safe to get hold of it. After few days I found an envelope with my name on it. There was five 60 day cards for World of Warcraft.*For the best brother*, a note read inside. It was his gift for me.
It took my weeks to redeem them but after I did I made a character, named him a weird variation of Jay (as he went by to friends) and our last name. Played him for a long time before quitting.
I wanted to take my own life, to join her somewhere...today all those stupid hearts and celebrations are just a reminder of this.
I'm sorry for rambling. I'm sorry for everything.
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*Thank you all for your support <3 and the gold and silver. You are all so sweet, thank you...* | This absolutely broke my heart. I’m so sorry for what you and your brother have gone through. |
Not really tucking him in, but more of a few minutes of quiet father-son time.
After he was done with his shower, he told me he didn't want me to say goodnight in his room anymore.
I asked him why and he said "dad I'm a 10yo kid."
My first response was going to be "so?" But instead I said "okay."
I was fine with his not wanting to hold hands or walk besides me or meeting him outside his class, but this actually broke my heart. I love this kid so much. I won't lie. I went to bed and cried like bitch.
Update: Thanks for your comments. I have been busy and am shocked this got so many upvotes. I have a couple of theories why he doesn't want me to tuck him in at night. At least he'll still go in my bed to watch Youtube videos or play video games and still thinks my dad jokes are funny. | They grow up fast dad. You made the right choice though |
This is for nasty salacious secrets. For fucks sake at one point people posted about murder or revenge or robbery and now it's a bunch of sillies going "I dont like peanut butter on my bagel." Bunch of boring fucks.
EDIT: Thanks for da gold and all da upvotes y'all.
EDIT 2: For the people telling me I'm in the wrong sub because this is for casual stuff, look at the description. It says "nasty secret". I dont need to keep being told about r/ confession, I'm on there as well. | What a coincidence. I once pre-heated my oven, and didn't make a pizza! |
I'm from Iran. I used to come to reddit to feel better and have a laugh or two. After the recent events everything has changed and everybody is making memes about WWIII, and it makes me sad to see all of these memes and funny photos of war in Iran. I know it's fun but on the other hand people seem to forget that with war comes darkness. So many people are gonna die and sadness will consume my country and the US (it's already happening imo). I'm not taking my government side or the US. All I'm saying is that war is not the answer. I wish it didn't happen. Iranian are friendly people. the government does not represent it's own people. I strongly hope the war doesn't happen and the phase of WWIII memes goes away and we go back to baby yoda memes.
Edit: Thanks for all the warm and kind word from all over the planet. I honestly am afraid of dying, but your words and supports means a lot to me. thanks. | We all do. |
So my cat, Franki, recently came down with a pretty severe stomach virus. The vet gave me some anti biotic drops to put in his food but when I’d do that Franki wouldn’t touch it. So, the vet suggested using a small dropper tube to insert the medicine directly into his anus. The first time was absolute hell, my cat fought me the whole time but once the tube was in and the medicine pushed out he seemed to calm quite a bit. Well the next day he was acting strange, he has always been an independent cat, rarely coming around, never wanting to be held, but as I sat on the couch he started walking back and forth meowing and rubbing my leg. He then went and jumped up on the table where we’d done the application the night before and meowed louder and louder until I decided I guess we will go ahead and do the medicine treatment. This time he didn’t fight me though, and when I inserted the tube he closed his eyes, stretched his neck, and let out a noise that can only be described as a moan of pure ecstasy. Maybe the medicine made him feel better, I supposed. That night he slept on my bed curled up right next to me, which he had never done before. For the next week he’d do the same thing every day, meow on the table until he got his ‘fix’... But then the medicine ran out. Even though I had no medicine he’d still cry and beg for it, I thought maybe if I insert it without medicine he will realize it doesn’t make him feel better anymore and forget about it. Well that was 2 weeks ago and he is only getting worse. He walks around me all day with his tail up presenting his rectum and trying to entice me. He is demanding insertions more and more often. Yesterday I caught him looking longingly at the turkey baster... When I sit he jumps in my lap purring and rubbing me affectionately. It was then in horror I realized my cat thinks I’m his gay lover, and that I’ve been sexually pleasing him for weeks now. Needless to say the sexual tension between us is palpable. How do I let my cat know that I’m not gay, but still like him as a friend? | First clue: A veterinarian wouldn’t suggest delivering an oral med into his anus. If he wouldn’t eat the food,they’d give it with an oral syringe. No way shoving anything up a cats ass would be easier. |
This has been bothering me for awhile, and I just need to say it I think. I know this was very poor judgment and I have felt completely awful since this happened.
I am divorced from my husband of 36 years. Our divorce was finalized in November of 2018. He immediately had a girlfriend about 15 years younger than me. After the divorce I got very depressed and had zero self confidence. I used it as motivation and got in shape. I lost 20 pounds and decided to get breast implants. I got them last June. After I got them I basically hit from the world for about a month until I was confident enough to go out again and had recovered.
My daughter and son in law have a pool in the backyard. Since it was summer I was at the pool some with them and grandkids. In late July my son in law made a comment about my boobs. I was totally mortified even though I knew it was obvious to them. I’ve been swimming with them for years. No real way to hide my boobs.
Later that night he sent me a text apologizing for saying anything and said he was happy for me. I texted back and eventually sent him a selfie topless. He was very supportive and told me I looked amazing etc. I was at a very low place and had been drinking. I asked him if he wanted to come over and he did. We ended up having sex. I had not had sex in about 3 years and I think just the attention and being told I’m beautiful made me do It. I’ve sent him pictures a couple times since when he’s asked but have not done anything since.
We’ve talked about it since and both agree it was a bad idea. We both swore we won’t ever tell my daughter. I have not told anyone about this. I feel so guilty and can’t stand I’m hiding something this big from my daughter. But I can’t bring myself to tell her. Thanks for listening. | damn... this is a fucking confession |
This is a new account.
I'm on my phone.
Pardon my formatting.
Might edit it later since I'm practically sobbing rn.
I was 8 years old and he was 13. By that time, he'd already gotten sex ed classes at his school.
He came to me and for several months showed me pornographic material.
I couldn't escape because my parents would make me stay at home with him whenever they went out.
It ended up happening because I was a little bitch and was more terrified of sleeping alone in the dark than my brother sexually abusing me while convincing me it was just a little game.
I didn't understand at the time.
I didnt even have a door in my room, so he'd often "accidentally" barge in while I was changing. I was 8 years old.
He fucking groomed me into being okay wiyh him seeing me naked while at the same time saying I was acting "obscenely" for laying on the couch. I didn't even know what obscene meant.
It was only once our parents caught us that I realised he'd used me for his sick fantasies.
For me it was this little "secret" my brother told me to keep. I didn't realise the implication and that he'd abused my trust in my only sibling to have sex with me, a fucking CHILD.
Even after being caught he'd still touch himself in front of me (I don't even understand how my parents could leave me alone with him after what had happened).
By the time I turned 12 I'd have recurring nightmares about it but convinced myself that they were fantasies (I had repressed my memories) and that I was disgusting for thinking my big brother could have done that to me.
I got into the habit of locking my door everynight once I finally got one and I didn't understand why. I slept with a lamp in my room, even more terrified of the dark than when I was a kid.
It was like my mind decided to entirely wipe every memory out of my mind, my own mind was telling me I was disgusting for having nightmares about my brother touching me. But everyday I would wake up and act as if everything was normal. None of my parents ever brought it up. We became the perfect little family once again.
At 18 I had a mental breakdown after realising I had almost no memories of my childhood save for my horrible nightmares. I confessed everything to my mom, having completely forgotten if I'd even told her or if she knew since nobody spoke about it.
She told me she didn't remember and that it must have been experimentation. Just siblings playing wiyh each other.
She didn't believe me. She had to ask my brother for confirmation.
And of course he downplayed it. He played the victim, saying he didn't want it to damage my family once again and that he hadn't done much anyway. According to him it only happened once. Hahaha
I distinctively remember everything and it hadn't been once.
Since then I've been diagnosed with OCD, Anxiety and depression. I've been getting help and have cut all communication with my brother.
He still tries to contact me and follow my socials.
It gave me acid reflux (first time of my fucking life) from the amount of stress.
My mom still tries occasionally to make me talk to him, telling me he's very sad and lonely and misses me.
Maybe he should have thought about it before sexually abusing and raping me.
It makes me sick that nobody else in my family knows about it. He still hangs around my younger half sister and cousin. And they don't even know.
I can't even get justice because it happened so long ago. There's nothing I can do but try and not let it ruin my life.
I'm 20 now. I have almost no childhood memories except from my nightmares. I'm depressed and have tried to kill myself once. And I'm terrified of getting into a relationship and having them discover this disgusting secret.
Meanwhile he lives in another country with his beautiful malaysian girlfriend. So yeah. Life ain't fair.
Thanks for allowing me to share my deepest darkest secret with you.
God speed.
Edit:
Thank you so much for your kind words. I was in a dark place when I wrote this post, and still am since I don't have my meds. But reading your comments made me feel less alone. I just want to tell you thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read all this. It felt liberating and good to be supported.. Thank you again | My mom told me "I believe you believe it happened ". She is still married to him.
Almost 40 years later, it still gets to me. Hang in there. Therapy really helps. |
Dust off that 150GB game, download some movies on my laptop, why not?
Edit: I’ve already had conversations with my roommate about keeping the noise down at night. Unfortunately it doesn’t last for long, and I’m back to listening to him game when I have to get up in 4 hours. Sometimes I just need to let out my frustration in the form of pettiness. | This is evil, I like it |
So, I work in a kitchen and am fortunate enough to work with many of my friends. My friend and manager, we’ll call him B, has been having really severe anxiety attacks lately and he’s been struggling a lot. For the past two weeks, I’ve been secretly stashing weed in his apron pockets, “accidentally” double-ordering Door Dash meals from his favorite places, scheduling Alexa to greet him with a “Good morning. Here’s today’s weather” and shuffle his favorite band every morning, and coming in early to get the workday started so he has less on his plate.
His face lights up every time he finds that “random” weed or I yell to the back “You hungry? I’ve got extra!” and you can feel him breathe a sigh of relief when he sees half the stuff for the day has been started without him needing to do anything. He seems more relaxed and the anxiety seems to be less frequent.
He’s just a nice dude and deserves for life to cut him a break and if the Universe doesn’t wanna do it, then I guess I will!
EDIT: wow this totally took off! Thank you everyone! Sorry if you don’t consider this a “confession”, it felt like a confession to me because nobody knows I’m doing it? I guess… Except for all of you have seen this post now LOL. Thanks for all the love!! And I hope all of you find someone in your life, friend, family or SO who goes out of their way to make your day easier.
Edit 2: Sooo some of you are upset this isn’t like a terrible thing but it was really nice to admit to what I was doing from an anonymous account. Promise I’ll post again if I do something bad! And I have no idea what these cute little badges and stuff are but I’m just happy that other people like my post!? I’m super new to reddit so I appreciate everyone pointing me to the correct subs/etc and I love all the awesome messages I’ve gotten. Sorry I can’t get back to every comment, heh. This was a lot of fun for my first major post. :) | You're a good soul |
This is a repost from a comment I made in a different thread. Thought it belonged better here.
I used to be an "Adult Phone Actress" which is the fancy term for phone sex operator when I was in my early 20s.
How I ended up with that job was because I saw some special on HBO about these girls making money while working from home talking all sexy on the phone while they painted their toenails and stuff. In my young and niave head I thought that it looked so glamorous 🤣.
I thought "Work from home and all I have to do is talk "sexy" to guys while I paint my toenails and lounge about and eat grapes and shit?? I can TOTALLY do that!!"
I thought it was perfect because at the time, commuting was out of the picture because my car had shit the bed,and it costed more to repair it than what the car was actually worth.
So I went online and looked for phone sex operator jobs and found one pretty quickly. Super easy setup. Just had to use a landline and headset and I got to set my own hours. When my shift began, I called this toll free number, signed in with my numeric code, and then just waited until someone came into my line.
Mind you, I lived in a small town surrounded by dairy farms and corn fields with a population of about 4,000 people and the few businesses we had were mom and pop places, even the grocery store. The nearest Cub or Target was a 30 minute drive. Our town didnt even have a stop light, but it had 15 bars, 10 of which were all within crawling distance from eachother.
Once my friends found out, holy shit did word get out about my job. All of a sudden, I was the most interesting girl in town amongst my network of friends and peers. I'd go to the bar, and random people would approach me and want to know all about it and were completely fascinated.
This sounds completely stupid, but I became somewhat of a local celebrity to almost all the people in my town that were in my age group, and being a dumb 22 year old who loved to party on the weekends, I thought it was pretty awesome. I was invited to tons of parties, and at said parties the entire room would go silent and intently listen when I started talking about my weirdest, most recent phone sex stories. Everyone wanted to hang out with me. Sooo many people would come over while I was working and would listen and silently giggle in the back ground because A LOT of my calls were into some fucking wild shit.
And not gonna lie, for the first couple months, the calls I was getting, albeit wierd and unusual, WAS pretty fun... *at first*
After a couple months, I realized that the job wasn't as sexy and glamorous as HBO made it look. And it became less and less fun and interesting to me.
Only like 15% of my calls were regular "talk sexy to me while I jerk off" kind of calls.
All the rest were REALLY bizarre; strange fetishes, extreamly weird roleplaying, and some were down right disgusting. Granted, it made for some very entertaining stories to tell at parties and stuff, but that job started getting really old for me real quick though. I started to hate it. It became mentally exhausting keeping up and acting like I was "TOTALLY turned on" talking to these callers about piss and shit Martinis and other really dark and twisted fantasies.
Being that my car was broken down, and no one was really hiring in my town, I had to stick with it for a while until I figured out how to get a new car.
Thankfully, I ended up getting a good deal on a used car with the help of my Dad. Once I got hired for a job in sales, I didn't even bother putting in my two weeks with the PS job. I just unhooked my phone and no showed them. Lol
EDIT: I still have fun telling stories of some of my weirdest most fucked up calls. So , if anyone is curious, let me know. I'll post it in the comment section. I'll try to keep it as clean as possible. Lol
EDIT: Ok you asked for it. I posted them in the comments. | Ok, gather around children!
Fair warning, this is not going to be good for squirmish people and is going to definitely be NOT safe for work. Sorry If my details run too short for you guys, I want to keep it relatively less time consuming to write this. This was a long time ago, so I don't remember all of them.
This one call that I got once (believe it or not) was actually kinda fun. Mainly because I had a small audience at my house during this call who were listening like kids during story hour, while occasionally holding pillows up to their faces to hide their laughter/disgust or what ever you would call it. My NUMBER ONE rule was to not make ANY background noises or you're kicked out. So, they complied amazingly well. Lol
So, this caller wanted to talk about getting a chocolate enema and then wanting me to put on a strap on and . .... yeah. So, I was acting super into it and enthusiastically telling him in VERY vivid detail on exactly how I would do it , playing up the theatrics to paint a nice chocolatey picture for my audience sitting on the floor of my living room.
Another time, I had a caller that basically did all the talking for like 40 minutes. Which was nice because I got paid based off of how long my calls were and I was able to eat lunch or do what ever I wanted.
He was like , cracked out on acid or something, and was talking going on a **super** fast tangent about Lindsey Lohan going to the barber wearing a tiger mask. And Lindsey Lohan wearing size 13 Air Jordans. And Lindsey Lohan with rubber eyeballs on her belly.
He just kept loudly (not quite yelling, but sounded more like urgently excited) repeating the same 3 things over and over really fast and would occasionally switch it up a little and such.
"Rubber Eyeballs! Rubber eyeballs on her belly!!"
Occasionally, he would urgently ask me questions that I had NO CLUE how to answer.
"How do you think she would feel with rubber eye balls on her belly?!!"
And:
"How do you think she would look wearing size 13 Air Jordans?!!?"
And I'd say: "Ummmm...I don't know...... *WEIRD??"*
And then he would just loop the cycle, rattling off nonsense while I sat there looking out the window eating pizza.
I had another one that was a regular that would connect to my line around 2 to 4 times a week and would stay on my line for HOURS at a time. Which meant bucco bucks for me. He was never in a rush to "get straight to the point and finish" like a lot of the callers. I really enjoyed talking to this guy for many reasons.
For one: he had such a smooth, calm,relaxed yet mildly intense voice(the best way I could describe it would be kinda like Liam Neeson's voice?). He told me to just be myself which took the pressure off. We just talked about whatever, he'd ask about my interests, how my day went, and wanted me to describe what I ACTUALLY looked like. And sometimes he'd just want to explore different fetish fantasies. He was SUPER easy to talk to and so laid back, even though his fetishes were pretty out there.
And second: being that he stayed on my line for a HUGE portion of my shifts, meant that I didn't have to talk to the hardcore disgusting weirdos most of the time.
Now, this regular, **I am 500% POSITIVE** was a pretty famous actor (i'm withholding name) who was in movies with Kevin Costner, John Travolta and Russell Crowe to only name a few, and like 3 big time movie sequels that were box office hits.
The reason WHY I have so much conviction that he was who I thought he was is because of all the clues I got off of him.
Now, he had this thing where he'd join my line, and I would ask who I was speaking with. He would always use a different name each time, but it was always him. Which makes sense, because it's not like a celebrity is going to risk having certain things leaked about them that could ruin their reputation or career by saying stuff like "Hi! This is Brad Pitt, I wanna eat your shit!". Ya know?
Also, I once told him to describe what **he** looked like. He responded rather quickly by saying that he looked like the **young** version of this certain actor. THEN he told me to google search that actor, and wanted me to look at the photos of the *younger* version while I talked to him.
During ALL of his calls after that, this became his new ritual. During every call, he wanted me to look at a picture of the younger version of this actor on my laptop as we talked. So, I would sometimes playfully call him by that actor's name and he seemed to get really turned on by it.
So, one day, I got curious and so I Google searched the actor he claimed *not* to be, and there were a lot of similarities from some of the personal things he had told me over the few months we had been talking, like where he grew up, where he's living now, etc. Then I looked up videos of this Actor's interviews. And THAT'S when I KNEW. His voice. The way he talked. It was DEFINITELY him.
And boy, let me tell you, he is into some weird Shit! He's all over the board!
These are some of the fetishes that he liked to talk about!🤗
•Sticking swizzle sticks up his urethra
•he talked about digging poo out of his butt with his finger
•he peed into his own mouth once while I was on the phone with him.
•him being *forced* to suck a B.B.C.
I can't really remember the rest because it was so long ago. But yeah.
Oh! I almost forgot. I had my best friend over once when I was talking with him, (I had told her about him previously) and I let her talk to him. And she explained to him what a "Rusty Ttombone" was.
#Next one is SUPER gross Beware but the ending is pretty funny
I'm going to keep this one as short as possible lol
Another caller, really wanted me to engage and contribute to his fantasy. A lot of callers did. They will leave your line and go to another girl's line if all you say is "Uh huh, that's sooo hot" etc. So you have to bring your self to their level mentally and contribute more details to their fantasy according to their fetish. Which sometimes really sucked for MY sanity, because a lot of these callers were sooooo very complex and PICKY. You say ONE wrong thing, and they will abruptly just leave your line. Which can hurt your minutes.
So, this guy told me he was into scat, pee, and bloody tampons. (I always took notes for each caller) He wanted to have a conversation about going to a fancy black tie party where he would drink piss Martinis garnished with poop. And he wanted me to contribute to the story as well.
So, I did my best to sound "Like, TOTALLY into this". 🙄😒😖
So knowing what he was into, I threw in gross details about this disgusting fantasy and he was throwing in his own and he seemed to be really enjoying him self with this story we were creating . Then I remembered that he was also into bloody tampons. So, I said somthing like, "how about useing one as a swizzle stick?"
And then he scoffed....
He SCOFFED!!
At *ME*😐
Like *I* was the disgusting one. **ME!**
He said "No" like I deeply offended him.
I was confused, so I said "I thought that you liked them!" And he said that he DID like them.
So I asked him what the problem was.
And then he goes in this *super* hoity toity, disgusted tone : "Tampons *DO NOT* go into a martini! 🧐"
And then he scoffed AGAIN and disconnected.
Not gonna lie, I was kinda pissed by that.
But, to be honest, I was also relieved that that grody ass call was over anyways.
So there you go, I know there are more, I just can't remember since it was so long ago. I'm SOOO glad I'm not doing that anymore.
EDIT: I had to change some details about the person I suspected was the actor. I didn't realize I made it that obvious. 😬
EDIT: So sorry for not answering DM's. It's currently flooded with over a hundred DMs and Messages and counting and I just can't lol
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For context: I used to manage a cafe for years. There were people we would hire and they would be good at their job, but I wouldn’t rely on them for major things. When I quit there I thought “why can’t I just be a little dumber and work with less integrity.” And so I did exactly that.
I’ve been slightly late almost every day, I keep “forgetting” things that are happening in the week. I ask how to do the same simple things over and over. Nobody asks me to do any extra stuff, and I believe that’s because they think I am dumb.
It’s been fantastic.
I love it. At the cafe I used to work, I always got “we’re so happy to have you on our team! You’re a great asset!” And never got a bonus or a substantial raise. At my new job, I’m making more than ever, and I am doing 25% of the work I used to do.
Pretend to be dumb folks, it’s great. | This is so wrong and yet so very right! |
They didn't even card me.
Edit: Guys the level of love I feel from complete strangers is amazing. I posted this feeling miserable but this turned into a wonderful birthday thank you for all the well wishes. | Happy birthday OP. |
My 12 year old son that plays rep ball at a competitive level still thinks I’m better at ball than he his. He throws upwards of 60mph fastballs and hits like there’s no tomorrow. I have coached him most of his ball career so far and he’s seen some brilliant but brief flashes of my former young self such as me being able to beat all his buddies down the line to first. They actually take turns challenging me. This year I can still beat them, but I doubt I can keep this up.
The last father and son game where the dads are against the sons, I mustered enough strength to turn a double into a triple hustling around the bags. I made it into 3rd on a very close sliding play. Everyone was impressed except my wife because she knew I was going to complain about the body pains the next day. That further cemented the fact my boy thinks I’m holding back my skills.
I want to tell him I cant keep up anymore but I just want to hang on to this feeling a little longer, where he thinks I’m his hero. He has surpassed me in many ways and I am super proud. This is my confession.
Edit: Wow, ok didn’t think my late night confession turned into this. Thank you for all the comments and feedback. Some of you have great stories of your own. I appreciate everyone taking the time to read. At one point I actually had some wet eyes scrolling through. Reddit is amazing!
Edit 2: Holy smokes, so many stories from different walks of life. Some from a fathers perspective, and some from a sons prospective. Thank you all, I’ve learnt a lot. | The student has surpassed the master. I’m not even a father and this gave me a sense of pride.
Edit: Thanks for the silver! |
My channel slowly died after the adpocalypse but besides the point its just really hard to be successful the way I want to be. I lost my youth trying to be successful and it went down to nobody watching my videos anymore. I had less than 2000 followers and subscribers. I tried and tried for 11 years, creating content nearly every day. I made cool game videos and mods that people liked enough to repackage and sell on their own. I came to the conclusion that its all over. I deleted over 3000 videos that went with my channel. I deleted my alt channels associated with that name. I deleted my twitter, facebook page, profile, discord. Everything except for the email address I use for work. I feel a sense of urgency this year to change my life and stop wasting my time. I wasted my time doing something I enjoyed that just happened to be done by more popular people who get the spotlight. Social media was part of the problem. The feeling that you need followers to enjoy your life. If nobody sees what you are doing then it doesn't exist right? That's a fake feeling that I needed to get rid of. I even deleted the reddit account under that name which had over 200k karma and a bunch of rewards. I'm done with trying to be a popular figure on social media. I don't need anyone's approval. | Grief is just love with no place to go |
**I was taking a shit at work (yeah, I shit at work, and I wold shit on the streets if I needed it) and an unknown man walks in, kinda beatboxing the instrumental from Bon Jovi – Always. I didn’t recognize his voice and probably don’t know him, since my work building has 3 stores and I know like 20 people here. So he starts peeing and goes “This romeo is bleeding”… I wait 2 seconds to be sure he wouldn’t continue, and go like “But you can’t see his blood”**
**He proceeds, still peeing: “it’s nothing but some feelings, this old dog kicked up”**
**I continue: “It’s been raining since you left me, now I’m drowing in the floor, You know I’ve always been a fighter, but without you I give up”**
**He, now washing his hands “I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s mean to be, well I guess I’m not that good anymore, but baby that’s just me” and opens the door to leave**
**And then I sang the chorus, listening this kind stranger sing along on the distance, going back to his work place.** | Turning a great song into a shitty one |
I just wanted to tell somebody about my accomplishment so this seemed like the best place, also my family just doesn't understand it and thinks that I can just recover from my issues.
As the title says, I have bulimia. I have had it for a few years now, and I am usually on and off of recovery, but I have been purging for around 7 months since I relapsed. I purge every meal I have, and I panic if I don't get all of it out, but I eat at home so I generally do. Today I had oatmeal and fruit for breakfast and was planning to purge it up (yeah sad i know), but I was mentally and physically exhausted and just **done**. I'll be honest, just had a panic attack over it but I hope this is a new beginning for me. I just broke down over the phone with my long time therapist, so i'm seeing her later this week (:
thanks for reading, needed to get that off of my chest.
Edit: Thank you guys for all of the support. I will try my hardest to not let myself (or anybody else) down from this point on :) | Every time you choose to not throw up a meal, your brain strengthens a new pathway and the one that controls throwing up weakens. Every time you choose to keep it in, you’re that much closer to making it a habit. Keep going! And congrats! |
I don’t really have a lot to say here. I don’t know where else to put this. I just have to say this to someone, even though no one will probably ever see this.
My girl is leaving the world tomorrow. She was so small when i first held her. I was 5 and I held her in the palm of my hand. I never knew that teacup chihuahuas were so small. 15 years later, she’s struggling. Her hips are wobbly, her eyesight left, her hearing got bad, she doesn’t eat much, she doesn’t want water, and more recently, she’s showing sever signs of jaundice. Liver damage. After vet review, if she doesn’t pass in her sleep tonight, I have to take her to get euthanized tomorrow.
I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it. I can’t say it’s not the right thing to do.
But what I can say is that those 15 years were the best times of my life. I hope you know how much I love you little girl. Thank you for being my best friend. Rest In peace Roxy.
EDIT: She is now in heaven with her friends and is eating all of the chicken nuggets in the world. Thank you so much for all of your kind words. It honestly helped. I never expected this get so much attention, but I am so grateful for every single one of you who wrote something. Thank you for the bottom of my heart. | I'm so sorry for you and your little angel. Send you a virtual hug. |
First night in Tokyo with the bf. Both good drinkers, experts on holiday. Late dinner at kaiseki place, we become friends with the chef, sous chef and waiter so we decide to go and do karaoke together. I am super shy and a notorious bad singer so when I hear my voice amplified I almost throw the mic away. Bf encourages me to sing all night choosing the songs he knows I know by heart (such a sweetheart) and handing me the microphone. I always start the song and than give away the microphone embarrassed. I feel like I'm ruining what could be an amazing night, everyone else is happy and enjoying themselves. After a while I can't take it anymore, so I head to the bathroom and start crying, looking at myself in the mirror and thinking what a complete failure I am, apparently also at karaoke now. I cry a lot, not bothering or trying to keep it down since the karaoke rooms are soundproofed and well, my logic isn't really in mint conditions. I exit the bathroom and see that the chef has been there all this time. He writes something on his phone and then hands it to me, his google translator says "everything is going to be ok". | Reading that he typed "everything is going to be okay" into google translate just to reassure you made my eyes tear up. That was so, so sweet of him. I would have ended up crying again right in front of him. |
I'm turning 16 this week. The guy who raped and strangled me almost to death is 26. He was my camp counselor at summer camp. i've spent a year and a half in the darkest place, wanting to die. My case was dropped because the prosecutors didnt think I could handle a trial bc i've been suicidal and because the creep who hurt me is rich and connected.
This guy stole everything from me, I dropped out of school, and I was all A's in all advanced courses. I lost all my friends because I stayed in bed for 6 months and they all couldn't handle the pain I was in. My family is so messed up from this - no one is ok. I still have daily flashbacks of him strangling me , and the worst are of choking on his disgusting penis. Panic attacks are the new norm.
Fast forward to almost 4 weeks ago. I worked hard for this: I found out where he lived. I found his parents and other relatives. I created a secure email. I got a VPN. I stalked google maps and wrote down every single school, shop, library, restaurant, etc. I had my older cousin who is a great writer draft a letter about all the things this man did to me and how he did it and where he found me, etc. I wrote to EVERY SINGLE BUSINESS, school, shop, church, temple, auto shop, etc etc in that whole damn town.
I wrote to EVERY SINGLE relative of his. I told them everything. I told them details that would verify it was him. My cousin used the right language so it's all under free speech. I told all the details of the torture I endured. I gave direct links to the police dept that keeps my rape kit. From what I hear, all hell broke loose in that little town of 5,000. EVERYbody is talking about the pedophile piece of shit that had everyone fooled. I expect that by this time next week, he'll be gone. I wish he was dead, but this is the next best thing.
I wish I could add that this solves everything, but it doesn't. I'm still wanting to die every fucking day, but for the past 4 weeks I've slept better, and I smile when I think of his mom reading that email. | This is amazing and brave. This is the sort of thing that a lot of rape survivors dream of being able to do. I applaud you for taking this much control over your situation. I’m so so sorry you had those things done to you, but hopefully you can start healing now. You’re seriously a bad ass bitch, and I mean that in the absolute best way possible. |
Disclaimer: his vaccine injury has been confirmed and diagnosed and was 100% legit. I’m not an antivaxxer. I’m sick of having to say that when I talk about his injury.
Throwaway account because this gets personal.
My son was about 2 and a half months old when he was vaccine injured. He was born with an extremely rare autoimmune disorder that was not diagnosed at birth. Of course we assumed he was a healthy kid, despite 2 previous infections, a bacterial infection and a viral infection, we went to get his 2 months shots. I decided I wanted to have a delayed schedule and not do all of his vaccines at once, because I was a new mom and was a little scared especially because of his previous infections. That fear saved his life.
Before we even left the clinic, I noticed a weird spot on the soft part of his head but I dismissed it because it looked like a drop of pop and I was drinking a Pepsi so I just figured it might have dribbled off the can and onto his head. By the end of that night his entire head was covered in what I can only describe as green “pus” that was coming from his soft spot and when I gave him a bath he was screaming in pain every time I touched his tender head.
I took him to the emergency room because he was vaccinated on a Friday so his pediatricians office was closed until Monday morning and as soon as I said “I think he might have a vaccine injury” it’s like a flip was switched and they all looked at me like I was wearing a tin foil hat and assumed I was an antivaxxer. If I was an antivaxxer he wouldn’t have been vaccinated. They sent me home with no tests and no answers.
The next day it was getting worse. The green “pus” had dried and was peeling off his head and some of that stuff was still coming out of the soft spot on his head. He was actively losing hair and I could also tell he was having trouble breathing.
I went again to the emergency room and they may as well have laughed in my face. They told me it was cradle cap and sent me home again without doing any tests and without any treatments.
This was now Sunday night and the soft spot on his head was actually bleeding and he was definitely having a hard time breathing. He had now lost nearly all of his full head of beautiful hair, and by now his entire body was completely covered in a bright red rash and he was in so much pain. I was terrified.
I took him for the third time to the er and I remember the doctor looking at me like I was an idiot and saying in the rudest voice “why are you here again?” I remember feeling so stupid. They gave me a prescription for cradle cap shampoo. I was bawling my eyes out and I remember asking “can you at least bandage his head?” Because the soft spot on his head was now a giant scab. Again, he might as well have laughed in my face. He said “there’s nothing we can do.”
It was clearly not cradle cap and I knew something was very wrong. They also said his entire body covered in rash was simply a “diaper rash”. I was so terrified my baby wasn’t going to make it through that night.
I stayed up all night with my sick, exhausted baby and as soon as his pediatricians office opened at 8am I called and said I need to make an appointment now because it’s an emergency. Luckily she had an opening for 830 and so we packed up and left right away.
I walked in crying and told her everything that happened, she took her stethoscope and listened to his breathing and immediately called an ambulance.
She said he was having a really hard time breathing and that he clearly had a severe infection. By this time, his entire body was red and there was no part of him that was clear from what looked like a horrible rash. I heard from the doctors at the children’s unit in the hospital that she had some words with the emergency room doctors because she was not happy with how we were brushed off.
They did an X-ray on his chest and a blood test and told me he had pneumonia and MRSA and he was close to being septic. My baby was swelled up, he lost all his hair, we were both miserable, and it was a miracle he made it for those 3 days fighting for his life. I remember crying so hard when they said he had pneumonia. I’m crying right now just thinking about how I felt in that room when they told me how sick my baby was. This is so hard for me to talk about, but I need to get this off my chest.
I feel like the reason they didn’t take me seriously at the emergency room is because antivaxxers think everything is a “vaccine injury” and so as soon as you say those words you’re automatically a crazy person and nobody is going to take you seriously.
He was in the hospital for 2 weeks on IV antibiotics and they forced me to stop breastfeeding because they said he had dairy allergy. I knew it was bullshit and it was so heartbreaking that I had to stop breastfeeding my baby when he was just 3 months old and neither of us were ready for that. It was completely traumatizing for both of us.
Another week went by and I heard some talk about “extremely low white cell counts” but didn’t know they were talking about my son, or what that meant.
By this time we were also moved from the children’s unit to the PICU and he was receiving breathing treatments, IV antibiotics, a feeding tube, just hooked to all kinds of wires and I couldn’t even pick my baby up to comfort him. I couldn’t lay in the bed with him either, I remember leaning down and kind of trying to hug him and crying with him because I wanted nothing more than to just pick up my baby and comfort him. It was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever been through. It hurts so bad to even think about how scared and confused he must have been. All I could do everyday was just cry and pray to god please don’t take my baby from me.
I was told we were going to be cleared to go home very soon but they were still running some tests. It seemed like they did a lot of extensive testing before the doctor came in with a grave look on his face and informed me my son was diagnosed with X linked SCID meaning he was born with nearly no immune system.
This was not a moment of clarity for me and just raised so many more questions. I was then told we had to be transferred to a different hospital so he could receive treatment for his disorder because without a bone marrow transplant it is a terminal illness meaning he would die without it.
So, I was a 19 year old new mother, and I had to leave everything I knew behind and move to this hospital 4 hours away because my son had a life threatening illness.
He had to be put on isolation and could not have any contact with the outside world because any germs on him could cause an infection that his body naturally could not fight off. We stayed there for 2 months, at this point I had lost everything. My apartment, my job, my car, everything in my apartment, everything I had to my name, it was all gone. All I had was my son and the clothes I packed for us and I didn’t even care that I lost everything as long as I didn’t lose him I would be okay.
I understood at this point that it was a miracle he had even made it out from all of this alive, he had 3 infections and a vaccine injury, I was learning more about his disorder and was starting to understand the severity of what my son was going through. a lot of babies that are born with this illness have died from pneumonia and infections and it’s especially dangerous to go undiagnosed like he did.
We were told there was no bone marrow match so he could not have a transplant, but he needed treatment as soon as possible. Time was ticking, like I said it’s a terminal illness and if he did not receive treatment before 2 years old his body would succumb to his disorder and he would not make it.
I was given the option of either waiting for a match which was not guaranteed, or go to a different state even further from my home so he could be put on a clinical trial and receive a new form of gene therapy. They couldn’t tell me anything about it because they didn’t know anything about it and I could not find anything online so I prayed a lot about it and cried a lot and decided about 2 days later that I had to take this leap of faith and trust that since he had made it this far, I truly believe he has been surrounded by angels since day one and he was meant to do something great in this life.
We were flown on a private jet out of state to this new hospital. He had to be transferred on a private jet because an ambulance would have been an 18 hour commute and he could not fly commercial because he was not allowed to be around anyone, even all the nurses and anyone else who came in our isolation room had to wear a gown, mask, and gloves. My face was the only face he would see for almost the entire first year of his life.
He still got sick just from being outside and breathing in the germs of the world. That day on the jet was the first time he had been outside and breathed in fresh air and felt the sunshine on his face in months, and the last time he would for a long time.
Long story cut short, he received gene therapy and it worked. Eventually, he was making his very own T cells and he could go outside again on his first birthday. It was the best day of my life and I couldn’t be happier. It was nothing short of a miracle that he made it through all of that and we had a happy ending the way we did. I remember crying and thanking God for giving him a second chance at life. He was truly surrounded by angels since the first day of his life, there is no explanation as to how he had so many infections and lived through it with no way to fight it off by himself.
By this time, of course it was confirmed that what we experienced that weekend was in fact a vaccine injury and of course it happened because his immune system could not fight off the vaccines like it was supposed to and that’s why it all happened that way. So, at the end I was right and it was a vaccine injury. I was able to get that on his medical records and also told that there would be no long term effects to his infections and injuries.
No, my son is not autistic. No, he doesn’t have seizures all the time. And no, the injury didn’t happen because “big pharma” or because vaccines are bad. It happened because of his own immune system.
Every time I have talked about this and I mean every single time, I’m always questioned “if your son was vaccine injured why are you not against vaccines?” What a stupid question. He was vaccine injured because of his immune system. I am not against vaccines because even though I now have a healthy almost 2 year old boy, he has not been cleared to be vaccinated yet, and herd immunity keeps him safe.
It doesn’t take much research to understand why these things happen. And you’re damn right he will be receiving vaccines again as soon as I am given the okay by his doctor. Since his immune system is only getting better he will one day be able to receive vaccines and process them like any other healthy kid and I can’t wait for that day to come.
So yes, my son was vaccine injured, and no, I am not an antivaxxer. Stop trying to use my story as “propaganda” for your stupid antivax agenda, which is harmful for people like him.
I have so many regrets about the weekend he was injured, I should have just taken him to a different hospital. I should not have trusted them to give him the correct diagnosis. I knew something wasn’t right. If you ever feel like someone isn’t taking you seriously, please don’t make the mistakes I did, talk to someone who will. Please don’t ever go against your own instinct. This could have been fatal for my son and it’s nothing short of a miracle that it wasn’t.
And for fucks sake, stop saying everything is a vaccine injury. Autism is hereditary and it cannot be contracted through anything, not even vaccines. Also, please vaccinate your fucking kids!
If you read all of this thank you so much for letting me get this off my chest. If you take anything away from this, please just don’t be afraid to speak up and question anything especially when it comes to your kids.
Edit: oh my gosh, thank you all so much for all the overwhelming support, I’m sorry I cannot reply to all of you but there is just so many comments! I will try to reply throughout the day. Thank you for all the positive comments, upvotes and thank you for all the medals! I’m surprised at how much support this has gotten! Thank you for listening to me, thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I have never told this whole story to anyone besides my family and my sons doctor because I felt like people would act just like how I have been treated in the past when I mentioned this and not believe me or think I’m just crazy. I honestly did not expect to draw this much attention. Cannot thank you guys enough for all the support. Also, if anyone finds out who we are, please don’t post any of our articles. I would like it if I could remain anonymous.
UPDATE: I’m not going to debate anything about my sons condition or whether it was a vaccine injury or not. The person who diagnosed him has studied his condition for over 30 years, and is the same person who created the cure, and so I obviously have to trust her word. You can’t really diagnose anything based on a reddit post with only the facts from my memory and not the photos of the reaction that occurred, plus his full medical record, I don’t care if you’re a nurse, physician, doctor or rocket scientist. This post is nothing compared to actually going through this and seeing what happened in real life. It’s really hard to get the full perspective out in the right words. So, no, I’m sorry but I’m just not going to debate it. Naysayers and skeptics, I’m sorry but you can debate amongst yourselves. Vaccine reactions really DO happen, they just don’t all look the same. and is it *really* a reach to say an immuno compromised child was hurt because they were vaccinated when they shouldn’t have been? Medical negligence happens too, unfortunately.
I have also countless hours of research on my sons condition, and believe me there is nothing I haven’t read about it yet on the internet. If there is a story out there about XSCID, I know about it. Anything on google you can find I have read it probably several times. I have also talked to many different doctors about it in depth as well. I have been given packets and packets and packets of information. Not trying to sound like a complete know it all, I am still learning things about it to this day, about his condition and gene therapy. But, I am a nerd when it comes to this stuff. I am very well informed because I did so much research while my son was in isolation. I sat on my computer all night sometimes just reading anything I could find that was related to his condition. I have also spoke with tons of other parents about this, I haven’t met a parent who’s child went undiagnosed and was vaccinated let alone had a reaction, and lived through it. Share stuff with each other about XScid- I love that you are all educating yourselves on this, I really do want to raise awareness, but just please don’t think that it’s some new information to me, or that it disproves my story.
Believe me or not, like it or not, this is my story, I have no reason to come here and lie, I’m just a person who wanted to share my story anonymously.
I also want to say I absolutely do not blame antivaxxers for how those people treated me that weekend in the emergency room. I don’t want to be lumped in with that group. I get flack from both sides. Either I’m a horrible mom because I will vaccinate even after my sons experience or I’m just a liar and my son had no reaction to a vaccine even though he had basically “no immune system” and it was confirmed by his doctor that it was a bad reaction due to his condition.
I am pro vaccine and will continue to advocate. This experience was because of his condition and NOT because of the vaccine itself. I just can’t help but think back and wonder WHY I was treated like that. I can’t help but let my mind wander. Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have been like “I think he was vaccine injured” THAT sounded bad but regardless, I feel like they didn’t take me seriously enough.
Finally, I want to say that I 100% give all credit to the amazing doctors who created the gene therapy used on my son, my sons pediatrician, and all the nurses who took care of us for saving his life. Some moments, I just can’t help but think back and truly believe he was being looked after by angels, God, or some kind of positive spirits. I never had any type of faith I was never spiritual or religious at all until I saw miracles happen in my own life. So many kids have died because infections happen so quickly and they become sicker and sicker very fast. I see it all the time in support groups I’m in on different social media sites. One little girl recently went two weeks undiagnosed (ADA SCID) she got pneumonia and passed away at 3 weeks old. My heart breaks for these kids and it hurts so bad every time I see a story like that. I can’t help but think how it so easily could have been us and I’m very humbled that my son was able to leave that hospital with his life. HOW he went three months undiagnosed is almost unheard of. These babies suffer so badly you guys they really do. Newborn screening literally saves lives and if my son would have had the XSCID test on his newborn screen he would not have gone through any of this and would have been quarantined at birth. Thankfully they now have added SCID to newborn screening in all states in the US so my hope is that one day it will be worldwide and not just here in the US so absolutely nobody will have to go through this horror ever again.
Thank you all for the comments, thank you so much for all the support and thank you to everyone who is educating yourself on my sons condition. Please continue to spread awareness and inform yourselves. Most of all, thank you for listening to my experience and giving me advice. I am now considering going forward with taking legal action against the hospital that was negligent towards my son, I think I am going to try and will update in the future when and if I do something about this. I really needed the support in this and you all have given me SO MUCH overwhelming support. Thank you, thank you, thank you! | Those ER doctors and staff were flat-out negligent. You could sue them for malpractice and win a potentially immense sum of money in compensation. They allowed a bad situation to become downright life-threatening. |
I don't know what to call it...
Tit for trauma. Tat for karma?
TBH I would love some tit without the drama.
How dare you appropriate my culture. | How fucking dare you, complaining runs in my family you insensitive twat |
this is small but i just need to say it.
my mom passed away two months ago, and they fired me from my old job because i had to leave immediately to go to her funeral.
her favorite place to eat with me was wendy’s, which is where i work at now; and the thing she always got was baked potato with extra cheese and extra bacon.
whenever i have to make a baked potato with cheese and bacon for a costumer, i secretly put extra cheese and extra bacon just because my mom liked it that way.
edit:: i didn’t actually expect this post to get this much attention. all of your comments made me smile, and even tho i don’t know any of you, you guys made me feel less lonely than i felt this entire time. i seriously thank all of you guys for being supportive ❤️❤️
also thank you so much for the gold/silver award!! i appreciate all of this so much. thank you guys. | I'm sorry for your loss.
Isn't firing someone like that illegal? You cold probably sue |
\- I have to work from home for at least a month (sub-confession: same pay, half the work)
\- No guilt about not "going out and doing things" or having food delivered to me
\- Stocks are on sale at deep discounts (I'm a long-term investor with a 20 year horizon right now)
\- Backing out of plans has never been easier
\- Get to watch people wring their hands about Coachella and other hip, cool, absolutely unnecessary events (I don't count this as human suffering).
\- Shorter lines and wait times everywhere, and lots of discounts.
\- Trump and his entire administration are on the hot seat.
\- Anti-vaxxers are going to have to do some real deep soul-searching.
\- Every responsible workplace and manager from this point forward will stress "STAY HOME IF YOU EVEN FEEL THE LEAST BIT ILL". Drag-yourself-into-work-anyway "heroism" will be discouraged.
\- The news and reddit has never been more interesting. | Oh yeah, I would love to hear what an Anti-vaxxer has to say. lmao |
They may not be, but what are the odds? | Time for a thread of political debates by a whole bunch of people who are way too heated about everything. |
I got infected working in health care, even when wearing a mask. I'm a 31 yo male in the American Midwest. I thought it wasn't a big deal but my God, this virus sucks the strength right out of you. I never got a fever so my supervisor didn't let me leave work several times but I had a cough. I'm afraid I infected my coworkers and residents.
Lately, I've felt like I have mucus on my lungs and pressure on my chest but it comes and goes. The muscle pain is horrendous and feeling like you have no energy to move. I know we are all mortal but this shit does scare me. Please, everyone that reads this, take care to protect yourself. This sickness is real and could kill me or you, no matter your age. | I have recently recovered from Covid, had the muscle pain, heavy chest, no taste but never broke a fever either. Was a scary time because I have 2 small children and was very worried about them. I hope all the best for you. Thank you for your work. |
There are all sorts of variations of vulva, but in short, I’ll just go with this. There are innies and outies (and lots in between, but I’ll simplify it). Innies are the smaller labia minora, tucked in, kind of looks like a peach from afar. The outies, on the other hand, have the larger inner labia, they aren’t closed, the lips are larger and can fold open, looking more like butterfly wings I suppose.
Innies? They get called “porn star” or “designer vaginas”
Outies? They get called “roast beef” “meat flaps” “floppy ham sandwich” whatever form of meat you can name, this type of vulva has been called that.
It may seem funny... but a LOT of women have outies (maybe the minority, but idk). And it’s not funny to them, who feel insecure, like they need to get labiaplasty and cut off these beautiful flappies to appease society’s standards of what labia should look like.
Well I'm going to spread my labia wings to fly and go play somewhere else. hmmmmf. | "those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind" |
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