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She seemingly has no idea it's me. I don't know if she would react well to it or even be interested in me that way. Besides I am her her direct boss and she reports to me so us dating would definitely be a conflict of interest and be frowned upon so it would probably be better if she only knew me anonymously. Besides that part of it makes it so hot. Today at work she clearly had no idea that it was me last night chatting with her and that secrecy is really turning me on.
She's a great girl with a great body and personality and this will be my secret for now. | Username checks out |
I went from 295 to 207. I’m not where I wanna be but let me fucking tell you I’m happy as fuck. I gained a lot of weight after a bad break up. My weight skyrocketed in a short period of time. I remember stepping on the scale one night and it read 295.8 I thought to myself “Tight I’m a few pounds from being 300” then it sank in....I was covered in stretch marks..massive man boobs. That same night I decided I needed to change. I started off by dieting cutting my meal portions in half. I started drinking nothing but water. I had a gym membership but I was too embarrassed to go. I started doing lite exercises. I couldn’t even do a damn push up. But I kept it up. I started eating one meal a day it was an ok portion. Then I started cutting out carbs. Then I started working out a little harder. I kept pushing. My weight started melting like butter on a hot pan. When I was about 240 I started running and doing around 70-100 push-ups scattered throughout the day like 10 here 20 there. Then I started full keto I hated that shit not going to lie, but I stuck with it. I’m on the toilet writing this. Today the scale said 207. | Nice man. I went from 325 to 205 in 10 months. Not at my goal yet but I got another 40 left. Keep kicking man you’ll do great. |
This was almost 30 years ago but from what I remember we got into a fight playing baseball in the park in my small town. I don't remember what it was about but he pushed me and I was holding the baseball bat and I hit his head with it. He fell over and wasn't moving so I dropped the bat, ran to my bike and biked home.
We were alone and no one saw also this was a small neighborhood in a small town. Our parents just told us to be back by sundown during the summer and they didn't really keep tabs on us.
Well our moms were good friends and she told me that my friend was hurt and in the hospital he had been hurt somehow and a couple of people found him in the park. I remember starting to cry and my mom said he's ok and it'll be alright.
I went to visit him and he apparently didn't remember anything from a couple days or something like that. Once they figured out someone hot his head with a bat the whole community was very upset that someone hit a 5yo with a bat and our local police were investigating it. I remember a policeman asked me if I knew anyone who might be upset or angry with him. I told him no. He probably assumed I was upset because my friend was hurt not because I hurt him. The police kept asking around but they turned up no leads. Eventually the fear and outrage of the small town faded away but his parents still talk about it to this day.
Eventually he got out of the hospital but I remember playing with him but he seemed different. Eventually the summer ended and we started kindergarten together and were in the same class. He really seemed to struggle learning math and reading from what I remember. As we grew older it became pretty clear he was different and slower than the other kids. My mom had told me whoever hurt him had hurt his head so it made thinking hard for him. I felt so sick I thought I was going to puke. I remember around 2nd grade he finally got moved to the special class.
It was a small town and community so we always saw eachother around school and said hi but he never really seemed to get better. Talking to him was more and more painful the older I got because I became more aware of just how slow he was since I hit him.
I remember talking to him when I got my learners permit when I ran into him and his mom at the store. He said he was going to start driving soon too and his mom got this look on her face of pure sadness.
Eventually I left town and moved away but still haunted by what I did to my friend after all these years. I've seen him multiple times when I go see my parents for holidays and other occasions over the years. Ever time he greets me with a wave and a huge smile and a hug and I think that every time it took a piece of me.
This last Christmas I saw him when I went to town to see my folks and I could barely make it through talking to him. I'm going to see my folks in a few weeks and I'm going to come clean with what I did those many years ago. I can't live with it anymore and I deserve whatever his parents or he want to say to me.
I'm just so fucking sorry that I did this and that I'm such a coward and kept it a secret for so long. I know I was a dumb kid but I never made it right and I have to. I need to come clean in a few weeks when I'm in town again. | Dude thats rough. You were too young to know any better so its understandable you wouldn't understand the consequences.
I don't think coming clean about it would do anything but get a bunch of people mad at you....Even if it wasn't really you fault.
Maybe don't tell anyone but i would recommend a therapist. |
I know, this is very shitty thing to do and I should have told her, even knowing she would be furious
I'm 33, my wife is 29. We're married for about 10 years and we have two children (10F and 6M). The youngest is a difficult child (always throwing tantrums, cry a lot, hard to obey rules etc).
I love my children and I absolutely love my wife, but I'm 100% certain I don't want kids anymore. I don't want to start all over, waking up every night, changing diapers, worring about our financial situation and so on.
We talked about it and she seemed to agree to stop at two. Then in 2020 we had a pregnancy scare when I had a full blown panic attack (I was home alone when she told me, she was at work). After that she changed her mind, saying that she wants one more baby in the future. I said that It's not gonna happen, but she thinks I will change my mind over time.
That's when I scheduled a visit to an urologist, and went through the procedure at the start of 2021, when she spend a weekend at her parents. And she doesn't know. She doesn't know I absolytely DREAD having another child.
Worst part is that I faked her signature to be legaly able to have the vasectomy, according to the laws of my country. So yeah, it's not only the lying, I commited a crime too.
At this point I don't know where to begin to tell her, and I sometimes I feel like I'll never will, then I feel like shit about it. Well that's my confession.
TL;DR: basicaly the title.
EDIT: I just wanted to add that, in my country you have to wait 90 days between the appointment and the procedure itself. So during the appointment I told the doctor I was married. It wasn't the plan to lie about it to my wife. Then as the day of the procedure was getting closer, I could see she wasn't going to be ok with it, so I just faked her signature.
EDIT2: I should have included this in the original post: we currently aren't trying to conceive. She talks about a baby in the future. She's got an iud that is good for at least two more years, when she'll remove it or replace it, depending of what she wants. Lying about it and trying to conceive is something I just can't do. | At this point there are no good options left: keep lying to your wife, or admit you lied to your wife and faked her signature.
Either option is going to suck. |
We had been friends for years but she was always in a relationship. She and her boyfriend broke up a mon th ago. It was rough so even though I had feelings for her I held back and let her grieve the relationship and process. She came to my place to watch a movie the other night and I made margaritas. We each had a few then we had the moment and she kissed me. I kissed her back and we started making out. Then heavy petting. I was so happy I was literally almost in tears. Then the clothes came off and she told me to get a condom. She ripped it open and took my member in her hand firmly and slipped it on with the other hand while kissing my neck. Suddenly though I felt incredibly sensitive and I came before the condom was fully on.
She seemed really surprised so was I and we had this moment of shock. I apologized and she seemed understanding, told me it was okay and we could try again sometime. We fell asleep on the couch and she woke up and said goodbye and left. I texted her yesterday but she hasn't responded and I think I blew it and I've honestly been in a depressed spiral. I had one shot with the woman of my dreams and I blew it. I feel like such a loser. | In future, this doesn't have to end the session. Just wipe yourself off and maybe see if there's anything else you can do for her (oral, massage etc) while you're recovering and getting ready for round 2 |
I don’t know where else to go with this confession, so I am gonna write it here.
I work at bar/nightclub. A lot of coworkers come and go in this industry, so we get new colleges all the time. A year ago my boss hired a new girl. She was very quiet and at first glance she did not fit in a work place like this. Because she does not drink alcohol or party at all. But she turned out too be the best worker we have ever hired. She became the employee of the month after to months of working with us. She is always there to help people with shifts or anything else. She also have three other jobs and goes to school. But this I not why I think she is the best.
She goes out of her way to help people. When we close there a no busses, so she always asks if anyone needs a ride. Even if it is too the other side of the city.
She does a lot of good stuff, but never talks about unless we ask. For example she wanted a weekend off. So we asked what kind of plans she had. She wanted to volunteer at a summer camp for refugee kids. Apparently she does a lot volunteer work. Especially for kids and animals.
In her car there are always a lot of bags. Once I asked her what they where. She told me that they bags prepared for homeless people. If she drives by a homeless person and gives them one. There are clothes, money, sanitary products etc. inside them. They are all different. She has different for men, women, kids and gay people.
When we tell her how good she is she always answers “what else am I supposed to? Be mean to everyone?”
This is just a small part of all the good she does. There are two things that really made me realize how good she is.
Last week she got a new tattoo with a date on it. I asked what the date meant and she told me it was the day her dad had died. He had died a month before she started working with us and I have never seen her be sad or grieving. I told her if she wanted to talk about she could always come to me. She lit up and hugged me (this is kinda big because she does NOT like hugs). She always help us but have never asked us for anything. She listens too all our crap and always supports us. After this episode i was sad and we talked. I suddenly stopped and said it was I stupid thing to be sad about(especially because she had every reason to be more sad than I) She stopped me middle sentence and told me if I sad about it, it could never be something stupid.
Then yesterday we had some guest in the bar who where deaf. And this girls suddenly whips out ASL. I will never forget the looks of joy in the guest eyes. I later asked her how she knew ASL and she told the first week she started working here the same guest where here and they had a hard time communicating. So a week later she signed up for ASL classes, just in case they came back to the bar.
Sorry for the long pos, but she makes me believe in humans and makes me wanna be a better person. And I think I am falling in love with her.
UPDATE: I have cleared some things up in the comments. | >And I think I am falling in love with her.
She sounds amazing. I hope you deserve her. |
It started after reading about [this guy in Georgia](https://www.wrcbtv.com/story/39049814/dalton-police-searching-for-breakfast-bandit) who was apparently stealing food from multiple hotels. Out of pure curiosity and the desire to do something "bad", I decided to try it out for myself.
I live in a pretty big city (think top 10 in the U.S.) so there are no shortage of hotels around. Once a week or so to "treat myself", I'll target a hotel. I'll walk in confidently pretending I'm a guest, sometimes I'll even make up small talk with the front desk staff like *Hey just so I know, what time is check-out?*. I'll hang out in the nearby bathroom for 5 minutes surfing my phone. Then I'll come out to the breakfast station and absolutely demolish the waffles, eggs, muffins, pancakes, fruits, etc.
My city has lots of medium-rated hotels with good breakfasts. The best ones have been:
- Embassy Suites
- Holiday Inn Express
- Hampton Inn
- Fairfield Inn
- Springhill Inn and Suites
- Best Western
- Residence Inn
All of these are within 10 minutes driving distance. If I rotate through them all on a weekly basis, I only really hit up each of them 5-6 times a year. Spread out enough that the staff doesn't remember me; and of course there's lots of staff turnover each year so my chances of being caught are minimal.
I feel kind of bad about this. But the thrill is intense and it's a nice free hot breakfast. Hard to stop. | They know what you're doing and they don't care. From a former front desk person. |
I just came back from a date after a really long time filled with anxiety and self-harm and some failed relationships, and it was the most fun I ever had. We went to the movies and had dinner afterwards. We then went to my place and just laid on the couch together for an hour or so, just watching movies and enjoying each others company. I then brought her to her train and just before the train arrived, she gave me this really long deep hug and I got tears in my eyes; I've never had a good hug in my life. My parents very rarely gave one to me as a kid and just didn't pay that much attention to me at all. It never struck a cord with me though, because I thought that that was normal as a dumb kid.
I've kinda always missed that affection but never bothered to reach out or anything like that, since I always told myself that there were people with much worse lives than me who deserved love and affection more than I do.
But the hug just felt so good, so trustful, so deep, I don't know how to describe it; it just felt good. It actually made me cry. I think I'm going to stick with this girl a little longer, I really like her and she really likes me. I haven't felt this good in a really long time.
I just wanted to quickly share this, because at the moment I have nobody to tell. | Congrats, OP. I am happy for you |
This was a secret I was going to take to the grave, mostly because I feel like telling anyone would have burdened them, especially my ex. But now I’m starting to see that it’s not so much of a burden now as it is a good thing.
We had known each other previously from work, but he had moved on a couple years prior. We re-met a year ago at a mutual friend’s wedding. We hung out a lot that night and since I wasn’t driving at the time and didn’t have a ride home, he offered to take me. During that time, we really hit it off, I asked for his number, and we started talking.
What nobody else knew is that I was planning on taking my life that night. I had been in a lot of emotional pain for a while and was tired of the feeling, but I knew I wanted to make it to the wedding to see my friend happy one last time.
But after having such a good time and talking with someone I actually connected to, I postponed it. And then I kept postponing it as our relationship developed, until I didn’t feel the need to kill myself at all anymore and actually looked forward to being alive.
It’s over now, but even though I feel sad still, I don’t feel like it’s the end of the world. I feel hopeful (scared as well, but a little less so) about my future, and maybe someday I’ll find someone who wants to spend their life with me. That’s something I never considered could happen before.
So even though we’re no longer together, you saved my life and I’ll always be grateful for that.
Edit: Thanks for all the kind words guys. I feel very supported :) This was just supposed to be where I dumped my feelings lol so I really appreciate the positive response. | I'm glad you found someone who cared for you. I know how life is and honestly, im happy for you. Stay strong and be happy. |
50+ old lady was being rude to the cashier calling her names. I was next in line (F25) I told her how rude she was being and how shocked i was for a lady her age to act like that and use those kinds of words. She dirrected all her anger at me and started calling me rly bad names in russian and cussing me. When she was done with her groceries she mumbles how shes never coming back to this store again the cashiers are awful etc. I said, that nobody wants her here anyways. Thats when her already red face explodes and she starts shaking from anger, by that point Im walking away from the til because im done with my purchase. So shes walking behind me redfaces shaking and flat out saying every swear word i know. As shes rly close to me I felt threatened this lady is fuming and approaching me. So I say in a dearing way "just you touch me" and I kept walking. If she had touched or tried to harm me I would have defended myself. When I walked out and I looked back one more time, she cursed and spat on the ground in a disrespectful manner. I showed my middle finger and walked away.
Edit:@ thanj you guys for the interesting coments this is my first popular post. Please have a banana day.
Dont be a bystander when it comes to unjustice.
Edit: All you people being offended by 50plus being called Old. Get over it. When Im 50plus call me old I dont care. | She had anger issues it wasn’t with the clerk or with you. I was in retail for 36 years. I wouldn’t wanna walk in her shoes. |
I don't browse reddit a lot, but in just a few minutes I saw 2 posts about "straight" guys sucking dicks.
That's it. | don’t do xanax |
Once I made the jump from social media, I wholly expected the majority of people to stop talking to me and then a couple still would. However, nobody has reached out in 3 days but I’ve never felt better. It really helped me realize that I was putting my eggs in the wrong basket and focusing on trying to form friendships with people that didn’t want them in return. I really look back and can see the time I wasted on those people, however I’m glad I can do that now so I can look forward and see what’s really important and look for real friends whose lives aren’t centered around social media and trying to get likes or snapchats or retweets or whatever else. I have truly never been happier and I can’t wait to see what the future holds
Edit: I have reached out to people I wanted to stay in contact with and they all left me on read, thus proving the friendship wasn’t really there to begin with. Also, I know reddit is a social media but it is different from others in the way that it is run | I deleted everything bar Reddit at the turn of the new year, the clear head space is definitely nice and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the others back.
Only a few friends have checked in on me too, but putting the shoe on the other foot I know that I’m also pretty bad at checking in with people, so I don’t blame them. |
Basically my family is so toxic. I used to work with toxic people who made fun of me.
Whenever a toxic person at work bullied me I would go online and make a donation to sea shepherd in order to channel something negative into a positive.
Today I’ve been excluded from my brothers birthday celebrations and my mother hasn’t spoken to me since I got married a few weeks ago. I just left a bunch of positive comments for people on IG and I would normally do this on Facebook too. I tell older women how beautiful they are.
I don’t do it for recognition. Just to make someone smile. If I can turn my pain into joy then that’s the purpose.
I’m going to take my dog for a drive in a little while and enjoy life. | That is amazing! r/FreeCompliments would love you. It's one of the best communities I've ever seen. I'm shy about posting there myself, but it could use someone as amazing and generous as you. |
Okay. So context.
I am 19 Years old. I live on my own, But i still talk to my parents, they are divorced and my Dad has always been the more... reasonable down to earth realistic kinda person... My mom.... has always been the dillusional it needs to be done like this or not at all. Ive tried to follow my dads example on behavior there.
Now, Maybe 3-4 months ago is when she first brought it up, Just out of nowhere and i laughed about it thinking she was joking... She was not. And explained her reasoning as "Well, if you get a vasectomy you wont have to worry about kids or anything like that and when youre ready it can be undone".
Theres a few problems with this take. For starters they can only be undone after two years, and as a 19 year old... i think ita gonna be longer than that before i want a kid. Plus the way she pushes it on me makes me feel like she assumes im too incompitent or immature to raise one, and that im ugly as fuck (I mean i am HER kid so, it makes sense)
But basically im posting this here because, I dont really know who to tell so... yeah.
Edit: So the general consensus is "Tell her to fuck off with it" Thats fine and dandy, Message recieved.
Please understand though, As... Strange as my mom can be i know her hearts in the right place, As bullheaded as she can be sometimes. And i love her to death, But id be lying if i said i did like her (Love her to death as my mom, Dislike her as a person) So please keep the "Mom Shittalking" to a minimum (I love mom jokes as much as the next guy keep em coming, please just not intentionally hurtful)
My family is a confusing one, but we make it work, again i only posted this to get this off my chest as nobody else really had an opinion to give me on it so thank you all for the responses
And finally on a final note. My biggest post ive ever made is about my Penis and my moms say as to what i do with it. Noice. I can finally say a have a huge dick..... Post. | To be honest - it doesn't matter if you do vasectomy or not, your mother will badmouth you & call you incompetent no matter what. Do what makes you happy /content in personal life because she's always going have problem with it anyway - please do give your SO a head's up, because she will be a terrible MIL to them. |
Her son is such a perfect little child. Sweetest little boy you'd ever meet. Now they have a little girl, and I'm scared for her and her husband and also my mom.
Anxiety runs in my family, they seemed to have it the worst. Her and her husband are lucky enough to have the money and time to take care of this baby and her needs, but they don't have the patience. None of us do. Her husband is a good dad, he really is, but they work in a system where she's the main one that "takes care" of their son. I know she won't be able to take care of this baby on her own. My sister is the type to panic if something goes wrong, and by panic I mean panic attacks. My mom and brother in law are both the type to get mad and lash out (vocally) when they're frustrated.
This just sucks, I wish their daughter had been born without downs. I'm afraid this is gonna cause a lot of fights in their house, and a lot of problems with their son growing up. I might just be afraid because I've never had anybody in my family with downs before, but I'm just hoping it's not severe. I'm hoping I can get past this fear and love my niece like any other child and I'm sure I will, but that doesn't change my disappointment right now.
Edit: I didn't wanna make an edit, I wanted to leave this post as it was but I felt it was necessary.
Thank you so much for everybody who commented, I read them all and will continue to do so. I made this post almost immediately after getting the news so these were raw emotions and fears and I appreciate those who have been kind.
I'm trying my best to use all the information and support to learn and relay it to my sister. My family doesn't have any experience with Down's syndrome, so I think we were all trying to prepare ourselves for the most severe outcome which so far doesn't seem to be the case. We are all coming back from the initial shock and getting our excitement back currently. My sister and brother in law are struggling still, mainly because it affects their lives much more than the rest of my family, but they love their new daughter very much and things are looking up.
My confession still stands though. I still wish my niece didn't have Down syndrome for the sake of her parents and for the sake of her life quality, not because me or anybody else believes she's any less of a human being for having it. | It's ok to feel this way. It won't be easy and your feelings are completely rational. I think you need to suggest family help and councillors for EVERYONE who will be involved in her life as it will help in caring for and love her. That includes you. |
This happened about 3 months ago. To preface I should include that I’m turning 20 soon and I am really shy. This was right after the new year, so I decided to start the decade off with something new. I haven’t went anywhere to eat on my own before because of some social anxiety. I worry about eating in-front of people, because I worry that I may eat too much or not enough or maybe I’ll do something wrong etc etc.
So, one night I got off work early and when I got home no one was around. My family all had plans and it was a Saturday night. I looked to see if any of my friends were available, but they were all busy. I didn’t really feel like cooking and didn’t want fast food, so I decided to go to a chain steakhouse in town, not usually something I would do because of money, but I was alone.
Going into the restaurant and waiting for my table was really the worst part. There were multiple families and couples in the waiting area, and then me a 19 year old 6’8” dude dressed like a beach bum with long hippy hair. It felt like being watched by everyone and silently judged for just breathing. Not an ideal way to start this first part of the night.
Eventually I got a table and it was right next to the station where the employees made changes to orders/got silverware/refilled drinks. I ended up at a booth and it felt really awkward given that those are for larger parties. One of the waitresses must have noticed how uncomfortable I was while helping the table next to me, because before she went to the station she stopped and said something along the lines of “You’re really great and brave and I’m proud of you”. I couldn’t hear much due to the loud music and groups around us. I gave out an awkward “thank you”, and felt kinda horrible for it.
I thought I was a burden. There I was in the middle of a Saturday night rush hour all alone at a booth taking up a spot that a family could use, and I must have looked pathetic enough that some staff came over to give me complements. In all honesty I don’t look like a happy person. I’ve been told my whole life I need to smile more and I look really pitiful. They probably thought I was on a date and got stood up to be competitive honest.
My actual waitress was very quick at first. She was run thin with all the tables around, and by the time she got to me I could tell she was ready to go home (something I 100% understand working customer service). She stopped by a few times as I waited for my meal/as I ate to give the common niceties. Things like “Enjoying your meal?”, “Everything come out ok?”, “Can I get you anything?”, and so on. However, the last time she stopped by she did something I had never seen a waitress do, she sat down across from me.
I was obviously extremely panicked, luckily I had finished my meal by that point and didn’t have to eat in-front of her. She simply asked how I was, and it was really at that moment that I realized she wasn’t sitting down to take a break, and she wasn’t siting down to hear me over the crowd. She honestly was asking how I was. After a short conversation she went and got my check, and on the inside she had written her phone number.
As I paid she asked for me to text her and tell her if I ever did need to talk to someone. I should point out that since then I’ve learned that she is in a relationship, and honestly I am not at all upset about that. What it comes down to is that she cared. My whole life I’ve never been anywhere like a store or restaurant or even an event where I felt like someone took time to acknowledge me, but she did. Since then we have become friends and talk semi-regularly about how things are going.
It was a really nice night. For all the awkwardness that I put forth, it helped me a lot. I am not an extrovert by any means. I am not a “people person”. In public I feel like people are always listening to me or watching me. So, leaving the house spontaneously and going somewhere nice to eat alone was a huge leap for me. The part that stood out though wasn’t the food or the atmosphere or the anxiety. The part that stood out was that someone actually cared enough to listen to me, and cared enough to notice that I wasn’t a regular to this kind of thing. She took time out of her night that she could have been helping 8-10 groups and asked me how I was.
I have kept that inside for months now, and I really just wanted to get it out. If by some miracle the waitress from that night sees this and knows who I am, thank you. I hope this can help make anyone who struggles with the same things feel a little better. You’re not alone. I promise we are out here and we understand completely what’s going on in your head. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read this. (Also, for PC users I apologize for the formatting. I am on mobile)
Tl;dr: 6’8” teenager who looks like a beach bum went out to eat for the first time, alone. Was nervous most of the night due to being introverted. Waitress took notice and made the night special by starting a friendship. | Good for her and good for you. I imagine being 6'8" can be a
challenge in your situation as you aren't going to be able to
blend into a crowd. Glad you are making strides. |
I notice a lot of “hot” posts on here today where people are confessing they want to kill themselves. Is it always like that? It’s quite sad and I feel for them. I hope they find what they need in life.
I know that’s not a confession. But this is: I want to fuck an Asian ladyboy. | I’m existing, but I’m not living |
I know a few people are interested in hearing a continuation to this story, and I apologize to the few who don't. Unless something catastrophic happens in our lives that makes me run over here to vent, this will be the last you will hear of this story.
My birthday was the 18th of July, and as promised, my husband took me out to a really nice Cajun restaurant - I was so happy, because not only did he make the effort of taking me out, he also somehow remembered me telling him that it was my favorite kind of food, and it was only mentioned in passing. It made me feel like, even when we weren't talking or really connecting, he still cared about me somewhat.
After dinner we went home and watched TV on the couch. In an act of bravery I put my head on his shoulder, and he in turn wrapped his arm around me and we cuddled until I was nodding off onto his chest. It felt like fanfiction to me.
Last night, after dinner and a few hours of binge-netflixing, we went to bed. He initiated sex that night. I won't go into details with this one, but it was sweet, gentle, and exactly what I had imagined. He was more concerned with making me feel comfortable. My friend told me that girls usually don't orgasm their first time, but I definitely did.
So, there's that. It was a puny update but felt like a large leap for us. I'm starting to feel like a wife now, where before I just felt like an intruder he was forced to be cordial with. | Congrats on the sex |
The usual night time thing, getting ready to rub one out and fall asleep. Decided to watch search up some passionate homemade porn, saw one that said something along the lines of "slow sunday with my love" they looked so in love. Constantly reassuring each other and showering each other with kisses and sweet nothings all while having sex. I forgot about rubbing one out and watched them because I was more invested in how sweet they were to each other. At the end they just kissed and they were just hugging each other. Cuddling, aftercare. That's what broke me, I don't know why but something about that video was just so fucking beautiful and I was jealous. I nearly feel like a pussy for sharing this but yeah. I cried over porn.
edit: holy shit this got some attention! Im gonna answer some shit that people been asking
1. All I remember is that it was on XVIDEOS, I was looking for that shit everywhere. this was back in 2018 or something.
2. im mentally ill
3. No I haven't found it yet. | At least the Kleenex were close by |
I was 8 months pregnant and I had this insane craving for chocolate cake so I went to buy one. As soon as I got in the car I knew I couldn’t wait to get home. I got the cake and sat in the backseat so no one would see me. There I sat eating an entire family size chocolate cake with my hands. Idk what came over me. This was almost a year ago now and I haven’t told another soul.
Thank you that is all. | You got that vitamin chocolate you needed. |
To say I’m deaf isn’t technically right but it also isn’t technically wrong. I suffer from unilateral hearing loss, which just means I’m entirely deaf on my left side.
When I was younger I was always encouraged to consider it as an aspect spectate from me. But since I’ve grown into the adult world I have realized how much of the world is silent for me. when I was younger, I didn’t have any friends. Most little kids don’t wanna be friends with people that require the extra effort to communicate with.
Now as an adult, I’ve just been celebrating my partial deafness, and preparing for a time when it might totally go out. It’s made me stronger. I’m great listener. I’m patient with older people. My interpersonal communications skills have developed well because of it.
On Friday and Saturday nights I really go full DEAF mode. I walk around the downtown area and keep watch of the streets. When people find out I’m “deaf” the immediately say what’s on their mind about me, and it’s easier for me to figure out who to trust, and who not to.
Being a victim of date rape, I try to watch and prevent harm to other women. I use my “deafness” as a way to seem more vulnerable to other women. I gain their trust, and either walk them home, or back to their car.
I have been able to understand which clubs/bars are disability friendly and which ones are not. The bars that are more inclusive, tend to have bartenders and security that are more attentive and aware of the safety of their costumers.
I understand the complicated ethics of this lie I made up. It’s like a live a double life. I work at a fast food shop in the day time. And at time I pretend to be a deaf “city vigilante”.
But even if I am living out half of a lie, being half deaf, at least I know I’m helping people. I’ve never been one to like drinking or partying, but people deserve to enjoy their nights out without fear of them being taken advantage of.
Peace y’all. | I had a deaf friend in high school. He wasn’t 100% deaf but he did wear hearing aids. He was a basketball player and one day he said he got tired of the game insults and trolling from the opposite team players during games. He would turn off his hearing aids and concentrate better during free throws and the game in general. He was the star of the team.
The point of this story is that he made his disability work for him rather than against him.
Edit: my most upvoted comment!! Thanks guys |
He's actually really friendly, I just want them to feel special | Oldest repost in the book. Show us your dog you lying cunt. |
Masturbation time. | Same. I fap when boredom gets too unbearable |
A few years ago I was in a relationship with a Korean girl. I'm not talking about someone who has Korean ancestry. She was actually born and raised in Korea. So she ate a lot of kimchi, bulgogi, garlic, spicy food, etc. The first time it happened, she got up while we were watching a movie. When she came back I needed to pee so I went into the bathroom and immediately almost threw up. It was legitimately one of the most horrid smells I've ever experienced. I didn't say anything though because I didn't want to embarass her. I started buying air freshener and spraying the bathroom top to bottom every time she used it. It didn't help much. Eventually, I started to associate the sight of her with the rancid shit smell. I couldn't be around her without being disgusted. So we broke up. I told her it was because we were both busy in our personal lives. | You literally couldn’t put up with her crap any longer. |
I have been married for over 20 years. She has been have an affair for several years now. I recently found out it was more than platonic. I have been tracking her and monitoring her phones. I have been collecting evidence for a final I know everything conversation and have her leave. Although we have not been intimate for several years. I truly love her and don't know what it would be like without her. College kids still living at home and house is paid for. So if she leaves she will also lose seeing the kids. I want her to leave so that she sees everything I provide in this house. I really want her to leave, so that she is embarrassed of what she is doing. The guy was a friend of the family, but she no longer invites him, because I know. I want to hurt her for what she has done to me. And have all of her family judge her for how she is treated me. I want her to suffer emotionally and for her to see what she had and lost it.
Just a little more information. House is paid for, but have children in college full-time. They cannot afford to live on their own just yet. I am not leaving and the children will stay in this house. | I wouldn’t confront her. I would hire a lawyer and follow his advice before showing my hand. |
My son passed away from leukemia when he was 8 years old. We all knew he was dying. His mom often spoke to him about how he was going to go to Heaven and it was going to be the best thing ever. Ironically I became an atheist when we found out he was dying.
My son's biggest fear was dying and going to Heaven without me, his mom, his older brothers and even his cat. So I assured him that I would be right behind him. He asked about everyone else and I said they would be fine. They would finish their time here but it would be just me and him together in Heaven.
He believed me even though I didn't believe anything I said. He slipped into a coma the next day and died three days later.
I thought about killing myself but I have two older kids. That would fuck them up. They need me.
I feel like a piece of shit. Every night for the last four years I've been plagued with nightmares. He's in my dreams and it's never a pleasant dream. Every night is like a Nightmare on Elm Street. The only times I don't have those dreams is when I get super high a couple of times a week and I'll sleep for like three hours. | You have to get into therapy. That lie made your son feel better before he left this earth. You did the right thing and I think you know that, but it's hard to accept. Get the help you need. |
There are two sides to every store. You've told yours. Here's mine…
December 17th we met at a Christmas party. Your words were filled with charisma and promises of your character. I welcomed you into my life and body.
December 31st a drunk you vowed that I was it for you, that you’d be different.
January 10th you deleted all your dating apps and accounts.
January 28th I met your family. Your mother critiqued my appearance and ethnicity. “I thought she would be blonde” ringed through my ears for years.
February 1st you asked me to be monogamous.
February 14th you sent me flowers. My colleagues cooed over the lavished gift from my new lover.
February 17th you began using dating apps while traveling for work.
Between April and August you slept with 19 women while traveling for work.
October 15th you moved your clothes into my closet, smiling and laughing. We built new furniture and drew correlations to the life we would have.
November 2nd you met a new face on a dating app.
November 19th you slept with her for the first time.
December 1st she asked you to be her boyfriend.
December 3rd you expressed your lack of commitment towards me and indifference to my love. You declared me a monster in the way of your happiness. Tears filled my eyes as my heart began to believe the things you said.
December 16th you raged through my living room after I discovered your post about me on reddit. You gloated in your victory with the army of comments in your support. My heart broke as I accepted that I was as horrible as you proclaimed.
January 24th you conquered my body without consent. You broke every barrier and sense of safety. That night left scars on my soul that I see in the mirror everyday.
March 22nd you loudly declared your love for me. You announced to our families our engagement. I watched wide eyed at their responses while I began to realize that I never said yes.
September 18th we eloped. The high of the future was enough to guide me while I blindly leaped and accepted the flaws you declared were all my own.
October 4th you began looking for someone else.
November 7th you met a woman in a neighboring town who satisfied your every need.
November 22nd you began seeing her twice a week.
December 9th you sent her flowers and asked her to be yours.
December 24th you and your family mocked and attacked my mother. The woman who gave me the world. Whose face is my own.
December 25th you gave her a golden bracelet and made love to her throughout the night.
January 9th you begged her to be yours forever.
January 29th she began to question your behavior.
February 16th she told her friends. Together they began looking for your flaws.
February 17th she messaged me. She vividly exposed the love you had built together and the promises you made her. Photos of date nights, laughter, and flesh crossed my screen. When I showed you the proof you laughed at me.
February 18th you blamed her. You deleted your dating apps and profiles.
February 21st you convinced me to stay.
March 8th I hurt myself for the first time.
March 9th you scrolled through snapchat messages, bodies, and women. You pleasured yourself while looking at your trophies.
March 10th you found me. A nurse expressed admiration for you as they watched you sit next to the hospital bed. My hollow body longed for darkness while my soul remained shattered.
April 4th you took a new fling to dinner. She took you home that evening.
April 21st I ate my first meal. Crackers, salami, and cheese.
June 17th you took me to Colorado in hopes to reignite me. I watched the world through hollow eyes as I wished to be anywhere but by your side.
June 25th you messaged your ex-girlfriend, now a single mother.
June 30th you blamed me for why you could not explore your desires.
July 19th your ex-girlfriend messaged you in the middle of the night. Her body exposed for you. Longing for you to enter.
July 20th you showered my bed with roses, blankets, and gifts. Begging for me to not slip away again. Although, I had never returned.
August 8th a therapist asked why I was there. You answered with dedication to our marriage.
November 24th your phone rang, the caller was Beautiful.
December 25th I sat with my family, still broken.
March 4th you left my home for the last time. I bought myself flowers and filled the rooms with senses of sage and lavender.
April 26th I stared at the judges signature after a long war. The victory was mine and I survived.
Edit/Update:
Did not expect anyone to respond to this. Thank you for all of your kind words of support for me.
I have been in therapy for two years since this stage of my life ended. I’m healthier because of it. I have accepted that this was narcissistic, emotional, physical and financial abuse. If my story is close to yours, get help, tell your family and friends, and make a plan to get out. Mine took over a year execute but I’ve never looked back. | I'm reading this with disbelief. What a shit human that ex husband is |
My father died when I was in high school and left a lot of money. Then my brother, my only sibling, died six years later from a ruptured aorta which pretty much left everything between me and my mom.
I had started dating this girl for a couple of years. We talked about our future together and I started to become slightly bothered by her "dream" to be a SAHM. I make good money and get money from a trust fund but I'm not "rich."
My mom died two weeks after being diagnosed with cancer last year. It was surreal. I'm the only person left in my immediate family and I'm only 36.
I had moved out of state and have no interest in living in my childhood home. I put it up for sale and got 2 million (in Los Angeles). All of a sudden my girlfriend wanted to get married. It rubbed me the wrong way. It felt like she was trying to secure her future. Whereas I'm mourning, she's talking about taking a luxurious vacation that I know she can't afford but I can. Like I'm suppose to thank her for suggesting that I take her to Bali?
I tested her and said that even if we get married, my family's money would stay with me. She got mad. She made all these plans of getting married, having kids and being a housewife whereas I just finance it. And if I died, then everything my parents worked for would go to her.
I told her we needed to break up. She accused me of picking money over her and I told her she cared more about my money than me.
The truth is that if she had not tried to insert herself into my inheritance and let me mourn and supported me then we'd still be together.
Edit: I put myself in her shoes and said that would be a wonderful thing to stay home with your kids and not worry about money. I wished I had kids because that's what I would do now.
Edit: Regarding my health, I'm okay. My dad did pass away from a heart attack at 46. He was an asshole who knew he was high risk but didn't eat healthy and wasn't physically active. Also he ignored warning signs.
My brother didn't die from a heart attack. He was born with a defect that required a stent and regular checkups. My brother didn't do that. Had he done that then they would had saw that his stent was leaking. He didn't go to the doctor because he didn't want to be lectured on his weight.
I get my regular physical and everything is fine but I could lose some weight. Aside from my sweet tooth, I'm healthy. I don't even drink coffee and workout 4x a week. | I’m glad she wasn’t subtle. It’s a real bummer she turned out to be that type of person, but this could’ve been so much worse. Good on you for being strong and calling it off. |
Before you guys get the wrong idea, we are both straight, this was not sexual at all. He went through a tough breakup yesterday and it kinda felt natural. We are also both huggers.
We where watching our favorite movie Superbad when the best friend scene at the end came up, he put his arm around me and told me I’m his best friend and I said the same.
Not going to lie I enjoyed it, not in a sexual way obviously but in a emotional way. We even sent my gf a selfie and she thought it was cute. (My cat also photobombed lol)
He fell asleep on me and I kinda just let it be. Im secure enough in my masculinity where I don’t let that shit get in my head. It was a nice moment | Good. It's endearing to know that you guys can have that kind of friendship |
Most people can tell when you post a fake sexual fantasy story in the place of a confession. I'm not talking to the people that are making actual sexual confessions, traumatic or otherwise, because I can tell when they are real. Just letting you, yes YOU, you all know who you are, the ones that make up confessions, that we know that they are B.S. Most of the time, they are boring and blasé. Just letting YOU ALL that post the same crappy sexual fantasies over and over again, that I believe they are stupid. That is my confession. | I need to confess about the time I walked into a church, but it was full of attractive people wearing sexy outfits, and then we all had sex and did butt stuff.
Thank you for hearing my confession. |
Ok so my wife is carrying twins rn and I'm very excited to be a father. We had my family over for supper and my mom made a "joke" about how our babies won't end up being as cute as my brother's kids because I've never been "much to look at" I'm used to comments like these and just usually graze over them, but my wife had enough and ended up exchanging some words with my mom and end up calling her a "bitch" the whole family is taking my mom's side and saying my wife overreacted.. when I talked to her about this she said she felt the need to comment on it because she's tired of her being an asshole to me and that what she said was an insult to our soon to be born children. I appreciate her sticking up for me, but I just really want to keep the peace. | Not only did your mum insult you. But your twin babies….. |
I found out when she was at work on Monday (I work from home) and her ipad kept making notification sounds. I went to go turn it off and when I opened it I saw all of the Facebook notifications from some dude and they were definitely flirtatious and sexual so I read through them. I couldn't believe it she was 100% cheating on me with this guy for several months now. All those late nights at work or outings with girlfriends must have been this dude. I didn't even know we were having problems or she wasn't happy. I had even bought a ring and was planning to propose. I was crushed and still am. I can't reconcile it. I went to the jewelry store and returned the ring and made arrangements to take today off of work. She's the primary on the lease so I'm just moving into a buddy's house and I rented a uhaul and I'm loading everything I own in there and leaving. I also took some of the furniture we bought together like our couches and our new TV. I have the receipts and they were bought with my card however she did give me half of the money. Is that fair? No, but neither is me being cheated on so I think this balances it out a bit and I don't feel particularly bad about looting the more expensive electronics and furniture we bought together given the circumstances. Also I figure her new boyfriend can help her refurnish the apartment.
I wrote her a note telling her I found out about all of her meetups with this other guy and that I'm not coming back. It legitimately bothers me how easy it is for her to do this level of betrayal and be a good enough actress to where I genuinely never suspected anything. I legitimately can't ever trust her again.
Edit: I'm overwhelmed by how many positive comments there are and how many dms I've gotten. Thank you all so much. It means more than you think ot does. I'm doing okay just sitting at my buddy's house and I just finished unpacking. My phone would probably be blowing up by now if I didn't block her number. I just don't want to talk to her at all. I'm not interested in trying to rub it in or be petty I just want her out of my life and to move on.
Update: I've heard from a few people that my ex is absolute basket case right now and going apeshit trying to find me. She found the number for my brother's office who is an attorney and she went off on him and he told her if she contacts him or myself again he'll file for a restraining order and hung up on her. One of her friends texted me and said what I did to her was cruel. I told her I was ready to marry her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her and she was fucking some guy behind my back for over 6 months as far as I can tell. What I did might have been cruel but it isn't as cruel as what she did to me. A buddy of mine and his girlfriend said saw her at a bar getting shit faced and breaking down until she got bounced. I don't take pleasure in it I just want her to stay gone. | One day, you’re gonna wake up, eat your breakfast, brush your teeth and go about your business. And sooner or later, you’re gonna realize you haven’t thought about it. None of it. And that’s the moment you realize you can forget. |
So I'll cut to the chase
2 years ago my girlfriend (K) committed suicide. We were both 16 at the time. I'm now 18. The other day I was going through my old emails that I never replied to. It took hours but I finally made it down to around 2 years ago, the time of her suicide.
I saw that a google doc was shared with me, titled "I'm Sorry". I didn't recognise the email, but I immediately recognised the profile picture as K. I immediately clicked on it, and read her suicide note.
It read: "Hi (OP)! I hope you don't miss me too much, haha. I remember the first day I met you, and you were immediately welcoming and kind to me. You always were by my side, even when I was hurt. You got me flowers for valentines day, and showed me what true love is. I'm sorry I couldn't deal with it anymore. I love you so much, and I'm sorry if I couldn't say it enough while I was alive. I love you, and I want you to keep on going. You're one of the smartest people i've ever met, and I know one day you will be successful. One day, when you get married, settle down, and maybe have kids, tell them about me. And one day, when you've made peace with this decision, I want you to go out and treat yourself to waffles. In memory of me. I love you, and I'm sorry."
I guess I needed to get this off my chest. I haven't gotten any work done at all today, and I've just been crying in my room. I don't know how I missed this email, but I'm really upset that I did. She was such a sweet soul, and I still love her after all these years.
| I’m so sorry, op.
I was doing some early spring cleaning last night and came across a gift my best friend had given me once. She died when I was 19, though it wasn’t suicide.
As I was placing the gift on a shelf, an envelope fell out. I had no idea it was even in there.
It was just a really sweet letter from her. And for a moment, it was like she was alive again, like I was hearing her voice and talking to her again for the first time in years.
And it’s hard to describe that feeling. I’d like to say it brings a moment of happiness, but it honestly just gutted me. And I can imagine that feeling being even worse in your situation.
K sounds so very sweet and like she loved you a lot. You were both very fortunate to have one another for the time that you did.
Please reach out to a therapist if you can. You don’t have to cope with this alone. |
Later that night, with heart shaped eyes full of lust she went on and on about how I'm so thoughtful and take notes on everything she says because she's mentioned peonies are her all time favorite. Until that moment I had no idea which flowers I had bought. I had just grabbed some pretty ones. So I put on the poker face of my life, summoning every last scrap of my extremely limited acting skills and uttered 'well of course, why would I get you anything else when you've told me peonies are your favorite'.
Taking this one to the grave bois
| Take a picture so you remember what the hell they are. |
Im gay myself, recently we wanted to go on a cruise but the voyage was sold out. I was checking every day if there was cancelations but could never get a cabin.
So I went and made a fake Facebook account as a super conservative woman, joined the cruise Facebook page, and announced that I heard through the grapevine this was a gay cruise and there was a large group travelling. I knew that there would be at least some upset people about this and it might cause them to cancel/delay their vacation to another sailing.
Sure as hell, the next morning I woke up and there was a cabin available to book. I still feel kind of guilty to this day but we had a fantastic cruise. | This is so wrong but it's genius 🤣 use people's hate to your advantage |
I was facing financial stress and needed to pay back loans. $60,000 would've, and has, solved all of my issues. My life has been a blessing since.
I appeared on a game show similar to 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire' and would read the questions. My friend, who was sitting in the far corner, would page the pager on the correct answer. I could obviously feel the vibration hence why I won $60,000.
I wouldn't have made it past the 3rd question otherwise. I haven't had to cheat since, nor have I had the opportunity to do so, nor would I do so again. | Is this a copy of the chess player using vibrating anal beads? |
Pegging was actually my wife's idea not mine. I was kind of hesitant at first but I figured why not try it I only live once. The first time was amazing. I was so tight she could barely fit it in me but with tons of lube and foreplay I took all 8 inches my first time. The moment I felt her strap on hit my prostate I almost came on the spot. Then she started slowly rocking her hips and making the tip grind on it. I'd never felt anything like it. Before I knew it she was pounding me so hard I had tears in my eyes. My legs were shaking I had my face buried in the pillow then suddenly the immense pleasure doubled and I had the most powerful orgasm of my entire life. My eyes crossed, my legs started spasming and I started practically yelling cries of pleasure. Then she pulled out of me and I just laid there twitching and panting on the bed. Feeling almost on the verge of cumming again just by existing.
Now years later this is the only way we have sex 99% of the time with me eating her out then her pounding me, pulling my hair, biting my neck etc.
I haven't put my penis inside of my wife in at least a year at this point and I don't even care. | OP: i love sex with my wife
Reddit: U gay |
When we euthanise your pet, if you choose to be there, we hold back our tears. Often times after you’ve left we softly kiss their faces and hold them before putting them in their body bag.
When you choose to leave during the euthanasia, we cry because we’re trying to become friends with a creature that doesn’t know us and is looking for you. We still pick your little one up and hold them in the quiet of the consult room, caressing the little paws that once ran, jumped, pawed, and played.
I know how hard it is, I know there’s infinite reasons why you can’t be there, or won’t…but please, try. We, as much as we care, are not you. We can never be you to your pet.
Edit: Thank you for your stories and encouragement and love ❤️ I will try to get to all the comments, but alas I’m working all day today and Friday. I have a good feeling about today. I love you all very much, and your fur babies are in my heart. | I don’t want to make anyone sad or feel ashamed. Today was just a really hard day. |
So honestly this happened over 4 years ago, but I’ve never told anyone till now.
A few years ago, I was engaged to someone I thought I’d be spending the rest of my life with- Let’s call him Marcus. We had been together for over a year in a very serious relationship, and both of us knew we wanted to get married- it wasn’t really a surprise when he popped the question, and of course I said yes. Thus began a long road of wedding planning, and I got to work right away- Immediately I went out, started buying flowers, decorations, picking a dress- All the typical things. I asked for Marcus to help plan or give his opinion, but he just kept insisting “It’s a woman’s job to plan a wedding”, so I did.
The day comes that I finally decide to pick out what my fiancé and his groomsmen will be wearing, and I make the trip to our local men’s wearhouse to look at their selection of suits. When I get there, I’m greeted by one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen- well, not conventionally handsome- he was tall and so thin it was shocking, in a striped suit with large glasses and a mustache that he had curled at the tips. It might seem shallow to mention his looks, but he literally was my type that people had teased me about my entire life- my family are all farmers and had always made fun of me for liking ‘nerds’… He quickly introduced himself as “Sterling” and asked if he could be of any assistance; so I told him all about my wedding and he showed me what the store had to offer. He confidently told me that he’d helped with hundreds of weddings and fitted thousands of suits, and true to his word he helped me pick the perfect ensemble. We chatted a bit about what theme I wanted, colors, etc. Turns out, we both loved vintage style, and had a lot of similar interests. I left the store that day very pleased to have gotten the perfect suits ordered and called my fiancé to tell him the good news.
Fast forward a few months, and somewhere in the midst of all the planning, Marcus had been acting strange. He had been arguing with me nonstop over everything, getting upset when I wanted to spend time with my family, going through my phone when I slept, and on one occasion he even refused to give me my own car keys so that I could go home… It wasn’t long before I found out that he was cheating on me with one of my friends, they had been texting back and forth for a few weeks and had met up already… I was utterly devastated, and thankfully had the mind to break things off, for good. Losing Marcus hurt, but being betrayed by my friend felt like a gut punch.
A few more months went by, the loneliness and anger had definitely set in, and, wanting someone to talk to, I decided eh what the heck and downloaded Tinder on a whim. I had literally only been using the app for about an hour when a familiar face popped up. Yep. “Sterling”. I will literally never forget reading “Oxford dictionary in the streets, urban dictionary in the sheets.” on his profile. Corny? Yes. Did I laugh though? Also yes. I swiped right, and to my surprise, he had done the same. From there, we exchanged numbers, spent nearly 6 hours talking on the phone that night, and met up just a few short days later.. Sterling was definitely surprised when I told him about what happened with Marcus, but he was incredibly sympathetic and respectful. We hit it off right away, and when I was ready, we started dating. We’ve been inseparable ever since, and are now married with our 3 month old baby girl laying next to me as I type this. I’m happier than I ever imagined possible, and although our story is a little different, l believe I’ve truly found my soulmate :)
EDIT: For those who had shown interest, Sterling gave permission to drop a little face reveal, unfortunately I have no photos of the legendary mustache he used to have 😭 please help me convince him to grow it back
https://www.reddit.com/u/SnooStories4091/s/5EVYDEKLum | Your story isn't Sterling, it's gold. |
My friend (M18), let’s call him Jayden, and I (M17) were at a friend’s party getting drunk. Jayden has a really strict mom, so he told her he was sleeping over at my place. She needed a parent’s number, so he just gave her my number pretending it’s my dad’s.
She ended up calling to make sure it was okay for him to sleep over, so deepened my voice pretending to be my dad and told her that it was fine. She apologized for seeming like a helicopter mom and said she’s just new to being a single parent. My dad is a single parent too, so I thought it’d be nice to reassure her that it gets better. Later that night I got a text from her saying, “It’s nice to know there are other single parents out there :)” Being the drunk dumbass I was I responded, “Definitely, I’m here if you need someone :)”
It has been two months and not a single week has passed where she hasn’t texted me. Last night she tried to facetime me saying that it was “a particularly lonely night,” and when I said I was busy “working” she sent a nude saying, “Are you too busy for this?”
I don’t know how to tell Jayden his mom is sexting me, he doesn’t even know she contacted me after the call. I can’t just drop off either, Jayden and I are in theater together and we have a show coming up that both of our parents are going to. I need help. Please.
| I can only find one solution for this predicament.
You gotta tell your dad and hope that he is on board to take over for you.
All he needs to do is text her and say "Got a new number and wanted to make sure you had it first 😉"
Then you'll be in the clear, and your dad can get things going for himself.
If this works, pls pls pls update!!! |
So, me (F18) and my friends decided to book an air bnb last weekend so we could watch a live music performance and so that my friend could see her boyfriend. (He lives interstate). I don’t know him that well but me and her are really close, my other good friend knows the boyfriend so he came with us to catch up with him. Well it’s a two bedroom apartment, my friend wants to have sex with her bf so she asks to share a room with him, which left me and my other friend, I know he felt awkward about it, so he insisted on taking the couch. Well we came back from the music performance pretty late, and were really tired, I felt bad knowing he’d have to take the shitty couch, so I suggested we swap. Well, he refused, so we compromised on sharing after all. We went to bed on opposite sides, but when I woke up, he was suffocating me with a bear hug. Most noticeably, his morning wood was pressed right against my thigh, I’m not talking a little chub, but full MAST. I shake him gently to wake him up, he wakes very confused but quickly realised the situation, and immediately rolls back, horrified off the bed. He starts apologising profusely, and he looks to be tearing up from embarrassment, I insist it’s really ok and it’s natural, I felt so bad but he wasn’t having it. He locked himself in the bathroom till my friend and her bf came out, and even then he ignored me since then. It’s making me feel like shit, and I just want to tell him it’s fine but I don’t know what to do.
(Reposted because I missed a few details) | What the fuck even are most of these comments?
It's embarrassing for both of you, but honestly just...don't act differently around him. Show him that there aren't any hard feelings, and just move on. When he sees that it didn't get to you, he'll start to accept that it wasn't anything to get worked up over. |
The other weekend. Me my boyfriend and his best friend were having a few drinks at our house. We had some mdma and were pretty high. This was all normal. Out of nowhere my boyfriend's best friend says let's take turns at riding me and they both laughed. I was confused and high. Next thing I know they are taking turns on me and holding me down. I asked them to stop and they wouldn't. It felt like it went for ever. After I left and went to stay with my mom. I have been with my boyfriend for 8 months and when I spoke to him about this after he says they were just joking around and I was having fun. But I don't remember having fun I was crying. Just wanted to get it off my chest, I don't have many friends and have not told anyone. | Report it to the hospital they can help you |
So, yesterday I was surfing for some leaked content servers of Discord and I stumbled upon a Server selling CSAM (CP), like a shit ton of CSAM (CP). I was literally horrified by this and shut down my computer and ran away.(This Incident took place somewhat around 10 am). I was not able to eat anything. Then At evering around 7pm, i logged back into my computer and Reported the server on Discord and Got to the
NCMEC website and reported the whole website anonymously with proofs and URL of that channel. I am really scared tbh. This world is so cruel. Seriously who would do this sick minded thing to small children. Hopefully I did the right thing and Now I feel Somewhat stressed down cause I reported it as soon as possible.
CSAM (Child Sexual Abuse Material) | Same thing happened to me in twitter but the worst part is that they made you go to some tweets and post the link in the form to report so I had to navigate trought that account, it was awful to say the least |
I won’t go deep into the details but all you guys need to know is that I(13m) fucked up and accidentally knocked my brother’s(16m) Lego millennium falcon to the ground, where it smashed into a million pieces.
My cousin saw the whole disaster unfold and no matter how much I begged her not to, she told my brother what happened by text.
Needless to say, he was beyond furious. He sent like 100+ messages calling me every insult in the book and that I’m dead when he gets home tomorrow.
I know that he wouldn’t accept any apology. He’s not the forgiving kind. My parents think I deserve whatever is coming for me. My plan is to just take the ass beating and hope that legos won’t be the the only thing broken in the house. I know I deserve it for being careless and undoing weeks of his hard work. RIP me.
An update for you people: https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/s/eeE9WsuOYj | I expected much worse with a headline like this |
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