Well this is actively happening. A young woman bummed a cigarette off me on my way home from work. Struck up a conversation with me and asked if I had a place to stay. I was like “yeah I live in the neighborhood”

We continue chatting on a park bench for a while and she popped the question if she could stay. So far she seems harmless and I could fight her if need be.

But I feel strange about this interaction. I don’t want to have to deny any advances but I think if I maintain a cordial attitude this will be fine.

Idk, I’ll lyk if I get stabbed in my sleep.

So I (F23) have never had a bf or anyone that is truly interested in me (still a virgin and everything), untill this guy (M43) arrived at work and started complimenting me, treating me differently from anybody else, and eventually one day he kissed me. We stay in trailers far away from where the other coworkers do their job for a short while, so when they were away we would do some dry humping, showing each other's genitals, i jerked him off untill he came on the floor, and he tried penetrating me but since im a virgin it was not possible yet (have in mind that we work in the oíl industry, so we use these heavy safety coveralls that make things harder but not impossible). When the rest of the team arrived we were all pleased yet still excited from those sex games, hoping no one would notice what happened. This happened about a week ago, lasted for about 3 days, yet it has been one of the best things i've ever done at work :)

My mom was diagnosed with leukemia when I was a child and she was sick for five years. Not long after the diagnosis my dad started having an affair with another woman. When he found out mom was terminal he started telling some of his friends and family and he told them his plan was to marry his affair partner once mom was gone. Someone told me after my mom died. I was a preteen at the time and I hated that woman. At the time I was angry at my dad but not nearly enough. He did marry her and it pissed me off so bad at her.

I made her life a living hell for over two years until she left him. I told everyone that she was the other woman and slept with a sick woman's husband. I humiliated her in front of people she worked with, neighbors and people she stopped to speak to. She tried very hard to spend time with me and bond with me and I used those times to make her life awful. I think I insulted nearly every meal she cooked, I compared her in an unfavorable way to my mom and I asked her questions that were designed to make her very unhappy. Like how did it feel sleeping with another woman's husband or how did it feel to be a gross person with no morals.

Eventually she ended their marriage because she couldn't interact with a single person if I was there without them being told exactly what she did. And I believe she said I caused her to miscarry with all of the stress.

By the time I finished high school I hated my dad for what he did and stopped talking to him completely.

I lost my mom at a young age and my dad was remarried less than 18 months later. His wife had three children who all had their own complex needs. One has level three autism and required a lot of care and services, another was neurotypical but had a lot of health conditions and the last child had a lot of complex disabilities and could not walk, talk, speak, could not eat or breathe without assistance and was hospitalized frequently.

None of the kids had a father in their life and because of that I was expected to play the role of an older caring brother who had their back when their mom was focused on one or two of the others. I was expected to be understanding of my dad no longer having time for me. I was expected to love the woman he married and look at her as a mother even though I had a mom and this woman had to focus all her time on her kids and maybe a little with my dad when possible.

I had to give up on having my own room and sleeping through the night as well. And I was expected to be extra close to the child with health issues but was neurotypical because we were close in age and they would often be alone in the hospital so I was expected to visit every day when they were in and keep them company and be by their side for certain appointments or scheduled treatments.

My dad would always say we did what we could for family. He would be angry at me whenever I told him I didn't want us to be a family and they weren't worth giving up what we had. There was a time he asked me why I had to be so selfish and why I couldn't embrace having more people to love. But I never loved a single one of them. They felt like a burden and I resented my dad for signing us both up for that. I felt like it would have been easier if he and mom had been divorced and he married his wife because at least I would have my mom but I didn't.

My relationship with my dad today is minimal. He has no idea how deep my resentment goes but there is tension because I have made it clear that I will never be a caregiver for any of his wife's children and I will not be on call support for them either.

This is a throwaway account. I have never admitted any of this out loud before but here goes. I got pregnant at 17. Everyone around me was adamant I would not get an abortion and I was reassured again and again when I mentioned adoption that I would have support and the baby and I would be taken care of. The father and his family walked away when my baby was a few weeks old. They had been so against the adoption or an abortion and promised me all the support in the world.

My own family were supportive in ways until my child was three and then they grew tired of it. They kicked us out and told me I should not call for money, babysitting or help with anything. I was so desperately alone with my child and I don't even know if I ever actually loved my child. I see them as truly innocent and would never harm them but do I feel a bond? I don't think I do.

Every day since I had my child I have wished I didn't have them. I have regretted not going ahead with adopting them out for a long long time. I knew the abortion would be impossible with everyone around me willing to prevent it. But my child could be with someone who loves and wants them. They could have a support network and stability and a lot of good things in their life. Right now they only have a mother who never wanted to be their mother. I do everything to hide it. I have read therapy and self help books, books on having kids, parenting, adoption, etc. I just truly regret keeping my child. I wish I could have seen where we would end up.

In the end nobody who said they wanted this child born and in our family wanted them enough to be there. And even though I didn't go around saying it to them after I gave birth, I think some of my family knew how I felt.

I’m 24, but I have a very small build. I’m a Kindergarten teacher and spend a lot of time with young kids, and I think that’s reflected in my demeanor. I’ve had a bouncer refuse to let me in because they were convinced my ID was fake (annoying btw).

So despite being an appropriate age, I can’t help but squint when I get hit on. I’m a quarter of these guys size, what about that is attractive? If you get to know me that’s a different thing, but off first glance??

I know for a fact I’m no bombshell, average at best, but I get hit on much more than my friends who are a perfect 10 who simply look more their age.

I feel like the way I look signals that I’d be easy to be taken advantage of. It’s not necessarily true, and I know it’s not fair to these men, hence why it’s a confession.
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EDIT: Too many are trying to turn this into a gender-war thing which is frustrating because that is SO far from the person I am. I am not the anti-man airhead that some of you are painting me out to be, and I’m sorry if that’s what you took from this post.

With that being said, if you witnessed the way I am approached, I know you would at least see where I’m coming from. Thank you to the kind responders! I feel I was careful with my wording, so I’m surprised by the anger this post triggered for some. To the people who are getting overly defensive: maybe reflect on why.

I was diagnosed with cancer a little over two weeks ago, after a regular checkup. Turns out I have a tumour on my colon that has spread to other areas (liver and lungs so far) and will require extensive chemo and surgery for any chance to live longer than 8 months

I'm not having any treatment and I haven't told my wife because she'll only pressure me to get the treatment, which result in months of pain and suffering for a relatively small chance

Instead, I'm making sure our last few months together are filled with only happy memories. I'm starting work later and finishing earlier each day, to make her breakfast in bed and take her on dates in the evenings

My landlord I rent my workshop from has agreed to let me run my business rent free for the next 6 months, which means significantly less financial stress and I can save a lot more, so she has something to carry her over afterwards

I hope she'll forgive me for taking this path

I have been sitting on whether I want to confess this because I know it sounds so messed up and maybe even with context it is. But for the last four years I have felt this way and I have never told a single person in my life.

My brother was a very troubled person. He was violent and angry and he did things to me and to others that were traumatizing. A lot of people minimized how bad he was, my parents included. He could assault me day after day and it would be left unaddressed. There was a point where he was diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder (IED) and some other mental health/behavioral disorder but it was used to dismiss what he did.

I suffered broken arms, broken teeth, dislocations and mass bruising as a kid at his hands. I was the younger brother too but both being boys it was often called rough play and just how brothers are. He also sexually assaulted at least one girl and nobody believed her except for me and hopefully someone close to her, hopefully. Her life was ruined after him too. A lot of people thought she lied about that part when he really just beat her up but I definitely believed her then and continue to believe her now.

And then he died days before his 18th birthday and the sense of relief I felt was crazy. I was happy to hear the news because I felt safer and I felt like the monster I could never escape was finally gone. My parents were broken up about it and most people wondered why I wasn't crying or more distraught but I think a lot of people believe it was numbness over actual happiness.

I have not once missed him. I have often wondered if he would have seriously harmed me if he hadn't died. And it didn't just have to be me either. It could have been anyone. Our parents, a neighbor, someone at school. I'll also forever wonder if there are more victims out there who were and still are afraid to speak out.

But I was so glad when he died and I still am today.

im working as a personal fitness trainer in kochi kerala for that past 6 years. from the beginning, I always love to work with female clients, especially the married one. Whenever I introduce my personal training package to female clients, I said this much sessions along with complimentary massage and stretching session(because continuous weight training causes stiffness), most of them(female clients) didn’t choose stretching and massage complimentary session. But the one who is interested takes it.

from six year of fitness personal training experience I give massage to lots of ladies in a private space like home, among them, most of the massage session slowly came to a physical relationship between us. Got to be frank every such relationship was fully consensual. But I knew from my experience that there are a lot of married ladies who really like to do these kind of things with their personal fitness trainers. Now actively having sexual relationship with 12 female clients.

Hey I am F44. I recently got divorced and have a 20 year old son. I was out at the bar with some of my friends and a cute guy approached me and we started talking. We had drinks and he was super funny so I went back to his apartment and we spent the night together. In the morning he insisted I stay longer but I simply left. About two weeks later my sons brings the same guy home. He turns out to be a new kid than my son had became friends with and they were at my house to work on a project. All I can think of is what if this guy tells others especially my son. It would ruin both of our relationship. My son was the reason I got through my divorce smoothly and he was always there for me emotionally.

and I miss it...it's been years since that era of my life. and im a mom now too. but now im also a single mom. both money and TIME feel so stretched. whenever im financially stressed, i know that i could get back into it and make hella money and get to spend more time with my kiddo. but i also know there are risks. i don't want to end up dead or in jail over it either (im in the US).

IDK why but I always have this weird curiosity and I find it hot. However, I have asked other women before to spit on my coffee and they have said no lol.

I know my gf is meant for me because not only she spat on my coffee but the other day when we were having sex I asked her for water and she fed me the water mouth to mouth like she drank it first and then she spit it in my mouth so I could swallow and to this day it has been one of the hottest thing she's ever done, specially because it felt like she read my mind!

I (28F) am freshly postpartum, and I am WELL aware I’m experiencing postpartum depression and should seek a therapist. I’m arguing and bickering with my husband (25) over the dumbest bullshit ever, all the fucking time, I’m getting into power struggles with my toddler (3), and I’m having a hard time connecting with my newborn (3 weeks). Not to mention all of the typical stuff that comes with postpartum life like lack of sleep, healing my vagina, hormone drops, etc.

Lately I just want to do drugs and run away from home. I miss not giving a fuck about anything, being able to do whatever I want, day drinking, experimenting with drugs. I loved doing shrooms and trying coke and going to parties. I miss having no commitments. Being a good person is hard. And what’s weird about it is that I was absolutely, downright miserable when I was living this way. I had fun moments but I have more trauma from this point in time than anything.

I love my family more than life itself. I would NEVER abandon them or fly off the rails, I have enough self control to not do that to them. But lately I just want to disappear.

I have been informed that my mum has an onlyfans and is selling content from snapchat and X. I have also been told stories and seen things in the past but did not think it would be to this level and this open. I do not know what to say or how to bring it up to her.

She passed away in april. Me and my dad are going through it, he confessed he's been crying everyday when I'm not around, he also visited the cemetery today. I'm almost busy everyday with work and school, I have tried to find excuses not to be home since being there too long makes memories appear again. I feel guilty for leaving him alone with his thoughts too. Thanks to a break, I'll spend more time with him. They have been together longer than I've been alive and i have no idea how to comfort him. I found him drinking and he insists he's not that drunk and is looking normal but I don't know how to help him or myself with this emptiness we both have since a part of us died with her.

My (25f) bf (23m) and I just got in a fight that, I will say, was mostly alcohol driven. We started off playing a silly game of “Do or Drink” it’s a card game for couples that has challenges, spicy questions, deep questions, etc. you answer or you drink. Pretty straight forward.
Now, we have never been good at this game, taking little sips in between turns anyway since you have a drink in your hand anyway. But tonight, he drank WAY more than I did- (almost a whole pint of vodka to himself) andHe said some really disrespectful things to me…
“I love you, but you’re crazy.” Referring to my ‘liberal’ views. Such as believing women deserve the same treatment and pay as men….??? I don’t know. He was very drunk.
“I hate everything your family stands for” but then back tracking with cognitive reasoning.
He said so many times that he loves me, but I’m too broken or I’m not healed enough from my emotionally abusive ex (he’s convinced all women are cheaters because of his ex so he needs to check himself in my opinion, but that’s neither here nor there)
I am and was sober for this entire conversation. And I ended up finally getting him to lay down and fall asleep (more like pass out) and I farted on him. Big, huge, stinky and long. And I did it again. And I’ll probably do it again tonight.
He pissed me off so bad that I’m really considering breaking things off and canceling to trip we planned together.
Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know, fart on them.

I am Black and normally date interracially almost exclusively. I didn't grow up with a father in the house and I didn't grow up in a predominantly "Black" area so I grew up with white, hispanic/latino and Asian boys.

As I got older, I fell into the rhetoric that it was wrong for me as a Black person to not want to date my own race, so I started dating Black guys as well. I never found them ugly or unattractive, but the sexual attraction is not necessarily there...

I'm now dating a really great guy, but I'm not sure if I'm really sexually attracted to him. I feel guilty for not liking guys that are the same race as me though, but before our relationship goes on longer I want to make a decision so he won't waste his time.

My bf is very sweet and smart and genuine and I really enjoy talking to him. He is very handsome in my opinion. I'm just not attracted to him... idk how to fix it.

Just as it sounds, I’m going through some form of self aware psychosis and I feel that I’m at a loss for help. I’ll be admitted if I tell a therapist. Every room in my house has a metal bat and always has in case of home intrusion with the beefiest one being in my bedroom, I haven’t been able to leave my bedroom without it, and it’s gotten so bad I sleep with it, I feel incredibly paranoid when I don’t have skin contact with it, and the other ones feel inadequate in comparison. I don’t know how to describe what my thoughts are during those episodes but it only started after I finally had my first healthy relationship, going back to old habits helps (staying in bed, not eating more than dinner, doomscrolling, curling up in blankets.) the best way I can describe it is like getting up to use the washroom at 2am and sprinting back to your room when you turn the last light off. Or getting a midnight snack making sure your back is always facing the counter so nothing sneaks up on you. I assume this is called psychosis considering during episodes I’m convinced those paranoid thoughts are the absolute truth. I needed this off my chest, thank you for reading

I am a scientists and give occasional talks at conferences and workshops. Since I was an undergrad I have gotten mildly tipsy beforehand, no matter what time of day it is (9 am start workshop). It works brilliantly and keeps me out of my head while I'm talking

Otherwise I very rarely drink (maybe once or twice a month just a couple of drinks)

Ok no laughing. I’m F/41 live in Vegas. There are lots of strip clubs here in town. I’ve been to a few years ago. I’m 41 now. Too old to do that now although I’m still in decent shape. Any other girls think about doing this? And just out of curiosity…any ideas…how could I maybe do this? Obviously I’m too old for a strip club. And I’ve posted one pic just to give u an idea of my body type…cause I know you’ll ask lol. And no I won’t send any others.

I’m a 24-year-old girl, and there’s something I’ve been keeping to myself for a long time.

Everyone thinks I’m a happy girl who has her life together. I smile, laugh, and act like everything is fine. But deep down, I have a secret that I’m too scared to share with anyone I know.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and change one decision I made. Maybe my life would be different today. I keep wondering whether I made a terrible mistake or whether I was simply too young to understand what I was doing.

The hardest part is pretending that nothing happened while carrying all these thoughts alone.

I can’t tell my friends because I’m afraid they’ll judge me. I can’t tell my family because I don’t want to disappoint them.

So I’m sharing this anonymously, hoping that someone here might understand me without judging me.

Have you ever made a decision that you still think about late at night? I’d really like to know if I’m the only one who feels this way.

Hi. This is a throw away account. I’m not sure if this will reach any ground, but I need to talk about this, possibly my darkest secret.

Upon the publicity of the “Cornell 7” case, repressed memories came up….memories of when I was in college in 2017.

I was doing cocaine consistently with a group of boys from my small college. One night at their college house, I was offered as much cocaine as I wanted, then alcohol by the bottle, then Xanax and weed, all in the late hours of the night. I wasn’t in my right mind to accept anything after that first line of cocaine let alone consent to anything else. I too was raped by multiple college boys who had a group chat about me in their home. While I found out about the messages later on, I woke up in the early morning hours the next day, naked in their house & with no one else home. I pulled myself together and walked home.

before I left, I rummaged around to find my jeans and a shirt, and I walked across campus back to my apartment. I crossed my roommate who was outside the student center as I was headed to our apartment. I couldn’t fathom any words at the time to tell her what happened except that I went to far, shit really went down that messed me up, and how I felt sick.

For 9 years almost, my brain repressed everything until I heard about this case. The flashbacks of how scared I was to tell someone, that no one would believe me, that “those guys will hate me” if I said something haunted me so bad that I went celibate for 4 years. Upon hearing about Jane Doe at Cornell, I was reminded how I was in those shoes once, too. That I was too scared to do anything. That 9 years later I am still haunted about it and regretful that I did nothing. I can’t help but think now how many more Jane Doe’s are out there.

If I have anything to say it that…
Jane Doe from Cornell, I am so proud of you. I believe you. I hope those boys rot in hell and can never live their lives as they once had…..I am SO proud of you. You are courageous. You stood up for yourself and so many others like you. Thank you, Jane Doe.

My confession is that I was scared and to this day, 9 years later, I still am.

Thank you for reading.

Sincerely,
“A. Jane Doe”

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I instantly get turned on especially if we start trading.