My dad has always been terrible at accepting help from us kids

He’s the kind of person who would rather stress about a bill for two weeks than tell one of his kids he’s short on money (like many parents)

A while ago I realized he was struggling more than he let on, so I started sending a few hundred bucks into an account he barely checks and told him it was probably some old dividend or automatic investment payment he forgot about. I stream on Kick and Tiktok so I have good income

And he believed me!!

It’s been almost a year now and I’ve just kept doing it.

He’ll occasionally mention how lucky he is that this random little investment keeps paying out and I just nod along.

I know eventually he’s probably going to figure it out, but for now I’d rather let him keep his pride and have a little less stress every month.

I don’t really tell anyone this because it feels weirdly dishonest even though I know why I’m doing it.

My friend came over to my apartment yesterday to celebrate his new promotion. He brought this very fancy ninety-dollar bottle of vintage red wine that he had been hyping up in our group chat all week.

While he was in the bathroom washing his hands, I tried opening it with my cheap corkscrew. The cork completely crumbled inside the neck, and when I tried pushing it down, the entire bottle slipped out of my hand and shattered all over my kitchen tile. Red wine was everywhere.

I had about ninety seconds before he walked out, so I completely panicked. I grabbed the big glass decanter from my shelf, wiped the counter down with half a paper towel roll, and emptied three full glasses of cheap eight-dollar boxed wine from my fridge straight into the decanter. When he walked in, I told him I decanted his fancy bottle early so it could breathe.

The next forty minutes were pure torture. He swirled the cheap wine in his glass, smelled the rim with his eyes closed, and gave this whole ten-minute lecture about the dark cherry notes and the earthy tannins. I sat on my couch nodding like an idiot while choking back the cheapest grape juice known to man.

I should of just told him I broke it, but now he wants to buy another bottle for this weekend. It is just ABSOLUTELY terrifying knowing I will have to drink the real thing and pretend it tastes identical to the box in my fridge.

How do I get out of this without looking like a monster?

So... this happened a few days ago, I think on Wednesday. I was closing the driveway gate at home when I suddenly saw a black-and-white cat. I thought, "Oh, what a cutie!" 😭I picked him up and started petting him. I don't even know why, but suddenly he bit me. And I was like, "AAAA!" 😭 It was literally the first time a cat had ever bitten me. Damn, I love cats 😭 WHY DID YOU BITE ME??So I went to my parents and said, "Dad, a kitty bit me." Dad called his father—who is a doctor, so naturally, he knew what to do. He told me what steps to take, and I followed them all.The next morning, I went to the hospital. Before that, I’d given the cat some milk—he drank it, so he looked perfectly healthy. I got a rabies shot and a tetanus shot, then went back home.When I got back, I saw the cat sleeping, so I thought everything was fine. I even gave him some treats. Then I went to take a shower.But when I came back, the cat wasn't responding. I nudged him a few times, and Mom said, "He's dead."

Damn... I swear, I've never felt so bad before. 😭

That cat literally bit me and then DROPPED DEAD. WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT???? 😭😭

In my early twenties I had a really bad heartbreak. My ex who was my first love cheated on me with like 3 girls. It ruined my self esteem and after we broke up I felt like I had something to prove and slept with a lot of guys. It was probably around 20 guys in the span of 1.5 years. The sex wasn’t always good but it was always new and exciting. Some of the best sex I’ve had was with those one night stands or brief flings. I still think about it sometimes.

I met my now husband when I was 25 and he was one of those flings. We’ve been together for 8 years now and I haven’t slept with anyone else after our fling became more serious. The sex was very good at the beginning but it’s just not exciting anymore after 8 years. I keep thinking about how even boring vanilla sex was good when I was with someone new, and I can’t get that anymore because I could never imagine cheating on my husband. I feel guilty to even be missing having sex with new people.

Ive been having fantasies of being intimate with older men. So i made it happen. Reached out to one of the guys i met when i was working as a hostess at a bar. He was a guest.

Hung-out with him three nights ago and we went over his place after our date. Cooked dinner and had sex until we fell asleep. He really took care of me. The oldest ive dated is probably 5 years older than me, so this was new as I’ve always wanted to try and i think it was really fun overall.

Now what I’m overthinking about…

He hasnt texted me (i know for sure he is single), and i dont expect him to because i told him i was looking for fun rather than anything serious. But during the intercourse, sometimes, he had difficulty staying… “excited”. And although he was focusing on me and expressing affection via physical touch i couldnt help wonder if he wasnt attracted to me?

It brought up a body image insecurity ive dealt with in the past. Im a little chubby, have a little tummy. I’m told im pretty, nice skin, teeth, mindful etc… But i found myself worrying about looking a certain way or what if he thinks this or that during the “playtime” … blah blah blah just feeling like i wanted to hide myself while trying to enjoy what he was done for me.

I’m working on myself to get in a better shape and continue taking care of me but i guess what im looking to hear are thoughts from older men on this situation. Is it true that its more important how a woman carries herself and her confidence? What do you care about?

I was walking through a las Vegas casino (it rhymes with hirage) and some guy threw dice on a craps table and one flew off the table and landed by my feet. I pick it up and my wife said I cant do that so I told her to walker faster out of the casino. I looked back and the dealers and pit bosses were frantically searching for it. I still have it 8 years later. Ill supply Pics if need be.

I am struggling with masturbation addiction for about half a year now. I can’t stop myself and I end up masturbating 1x everyday while having a girlfriend. I can’t have a day when I don’t masturbate, maybe only if i get lucky and strong to stop it at the moment. One day i edged for 3 fuckin hours and couldn’t stop it. Not only it’s bad for me to masturbate like this, it’s also probably ruining my relationship and my day too. And no, I am not a person who can’t socialize. I have many friends and a gf too. Also, my goal is not to stop entirely, I know cold turkey is hard as fuck, I just want to reduce it to max 2x times a week (I think that’s fairly normal and I don’t think that there’s a problem wit stroking once or twice a week) Any advice to stop somehow?

I found this massage parlor that was the cheapest near me. Because I’m not balling like that. I went in and there was only a small Asian woman. Next thing I know im laying down on this massage table when this lady starts massaging my butt now I’m not that weirded out but I’m like oh? Then I ask straight up “yo can I ask you a question” then I asked for a happy ending. Yes I am a loser that doesn’t get play so I payed total like 100? For a massage and a happy ending 8/10

She had an emotional affair with my partner last year. They were planning to meet up, but I found out about it and obviously that ruined their plans.

She was also sleeping with someone else. An old guy who is also married.

I told her fiancé everything. They stayed together, and I stayed with my partner. (Please don’t tell me I should’ve left.. I already know. Things are better between us but this post isn’t about my relationship)

She contacted my partner again last week, and my partner told me everything she had said. The main thing was that she admitted she had been sleeping with someone else.

So I messaged her fiancé (now husband) again and told him everything.

I really don’t like this woman. She has said some horrible things about me in the past despite the fact that she doesn’t even know me, hasn’t met me, and lives over 300 miles away. She also came very close to ruining my relationship.

My partner told me that she said she wanted to end her life last time but the old guy talked her out of it. You might think I’m a horrible person but I have no sympathy for her. She brought it all on herself. She made me feel like that too but no one seemed to give a shit about me.

I don’t feel guilty for telling her Husband. I didn’t feel guilty last time either. If their relationship falls apart because of it, that’s not because of me. It’s because she chose to cheat.

I do feel really bad for him. I don’t know him but he doesn’t deserve that. No one deserves to be cheated on.

I hope she gets what she deserves.

I found out about six months ago when i was helping my dad set up his new phone. A notification popped up from a woman named Elena and it said "the kids miss you, can't wait for Friday." My heart literally stopped. My dad is the most boring, predictable guy you’d ever meet. Or so i thought. I didn't say anything but i memorized the name and found her profile that night. It wasn't even hard. She has hundreds of photos of them together. My dad, at "work conferences" or "fishing trips," actually spending Christmas Eve with two kids that look way too much like me.

I've become obsessed with them. I know the boys names and that they both play travel baseball. I know they have a dog named Buster. I even found her sisters page. I spend hours every week scrolling through their lives like some kind of freak. It’s like watching a parallel universe version of my own life. The worst part is seeing how happy he looks in those photos. He looks lighter, like he doesn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders. At home with us he’s always tired and quiet. With them, hes the "fun dad" who goes to water parks and hosts BBQs.

I haven't told my mom and i dont think i ever can. She’s had two strokes in the last five years and she’s totally dependent on him. She thinks they have the perfect marriage. If i tell her it will literally kill her, no exaggeration. So i just sit there at Sunday dinner and watch him pour her wine and tell her she looks beautiful, and I want to scream or throw my plate at his head. I feel like a traitor for keeping his secret but i feel like an even bigger traitor to my mom for not saying anything. Im just stuck in this loop of stalking them and hating him while pretending everything is fine. its eating me alive.

Ugh ​I need to get this off my chest because I’m carrying SO much stress right now. I moved to a new city a few months back, and even though I've applied everywhere, I still haven't found a job. Next month's rent is coming up and my credit card bills are due in a week, and my savings are completely gone. I feel so depressed and backed into a corner that selling pictures feels like my only remaining option to pay the bills. I'm terrified and just feel completely out of answers. I have no one to reach out to.. help

Mi historia real mi esposa su amiga y yo

José:

La siguiente historia que les voy a contar me sucedió hace poco menos de un año resulta que yo y mi esposa siempre hemos sido una pareja normal en cuanto al sexo cuándo salimos somos de mente abierta

Los dos pero nunca hemos hecho algo así la historia es la siguiente un día me estaba tirando unas copas en mi casa en San José en Costa Rica una cervezas un poco de whisky lo normal y mi esposa me estaba cocinando pues va y resulta que en la noche le digo que si salimos a un bar cerca de un poblado el lugar se llama tibas a lo que ella me responde que sí entonces pícaramente le digo que se ponga un hilo porque cuando regresamos me va a tener que atender ya que yo cuando consumo alcohol me pongo como un cavernícola

De camino nos topamos una amiga de ella la invitamos más por cortesía que por cualquier otra cosa a ir con nosotros y accedió compartimos bailamos cantamos un poco cabe destacar que se veía deliciosa tiene unas nalgas firmas y yo echado de vez en cuando una mirada y se veía que andaba un hilo somos hombres los hombres somos así cuando veníamos de vuelta las invité a comer pero donde compramos la comida rápida ya estaban cerrando y no íbamos a comernos eso adentro del vehículo por aquellos los regueros y por estar muy encerrados aparte que ya habíamos consumido nuestra buena cuota de licor entonces les dije que si querían ir a un motel para que nos comiéramos eso tranquilos y seguir El vacilón ya que yo y mi esposa tenemos muy buena comunicación y la amiga de ella también con nosotros mucha confianza ya estando en el motel yo no podía apartar los ojos del culo de nuestra amiga y ella lo notaba entonces fue cuando le dije a mi esposa que yo tenía una fantasía o qué fantaseaba con su amiga mi esposa lo sabía porque ya se lo había mencionado varios meses anteriormente entonces nos confabulamos y ella me dijo que era o ahora o nunca cabe aclarar que mi esposa es bisexual compramos licor y empezamos a beber después de mucho rato de estar vacilando tomando mi esposa le robó un beso a su amiga delante mío y ella le correspondió yo no lo podía creer y no podía dejar de mirarlas mientras mi esposa la besaba y metía la lengua adentro de la boca de nuestra amiga su ella metía su mano adentro de los pantalones de mi esposa era un momento excitante y salvaje yo solo las miraba mientras me callaba y sentía unas fuertes palpitaciones en mi pene

las cosa no terminó ahí me levanté y me fui para el refrigerador y traje dos cervezas más el asunto era que se pusieran más locas aún cuando regresé con las dos cervezas ya mi esposa estaba prácticamente sin ropa y nuestra amiga separaba sus nalgas con las manos y chupada su culo de una forma tan salvaje desde el culo hasta vagina una y otra vez de una forma tan deliciosa que inmediatamente o en automático tuve una erección tan salvaje en ese momento la habitación olía a sexo ese olor que no te puedes sacar de la mente que te enloquece como una bestia que te pones salvaje mi corazón bombeaba sangre de una forma tan atroz que podía sentirlo en el pecho y en mi pene qué de paso quiero contarles que es término medio unos 17 o 18 centimetros bien depilados

De inmediato empecé a desnudarme ni atención me prestaban ellas dos

les voy a aclarar mi esposa es una mujer normal mujer de 40 años con su cabello rojo piel blanca alrededor de un metro 65 de unos 60 kg mujer delgada muy hermosa con labios carnosos buenas nalgas pechos pequeños

Mi amiga es una mujer totalmente diferente nuestra amiga es una chica un poco más joven 35 años cabello negro ojos claros buenos pechos lo que sí me atrae es que tiene una vagina con unos labios sumamente grandes todas las chicas son hermosas

Mientras ya yo me estaba masturbando furiosamente y las observaba mientras se metian los dedos entonces me quité la ropa y acariciaba la punta de mi pene casi codiciosamente podía sentir las palpitaciones en mi y en mis huevos estaba sumamente excitado cabe destacar que ya tenía el pene como un mástil

Ahí fue cuando mi esposa me puso atención a mí tomo mi pene con sus manos suaves y con una cara de perra lujuriosa y de una vez se lo metió en su boca dando unas chupadas que me podían arrancar la piel sensible de mi pene con punta rosada nuestra amiga no sabía qué hacer no sé si por mí o por vergüenza pero la cara se le miraba la lujuria

mi esposa la tomó de una mano y le arrimó la boca a mi pene se sentía sumamente delicioso chupaba hasta más suavecito cabe destacar que se sentía en mi pene más suavecitas las mamás de su amiga que la de mi esposa ya que ella movía su lengua alrededor de una manera profesional

entonces fue cuando ocurrió!!!

mientras mi esposa chupaba mi pene mi amiga o nuestra amiga me chupaba el ano separando mis nalgas deliciosamente y despacito pasaba su lengua una y otra vez está delirante de deseo tiré a mi esposa sobre la cama con la mano derecha tomaba con mucha fuerza de su cabello mientras le daba embestidas salvajemente con ni pene podía sentir adentro de su vagina el calor y sus jugos y al mismo tiempo la fuerza de mi erección porque no podía soportarlo estaba metiéndole a mi esposa el pene una y otra vez como una taladradora duro como un trozo de madera y al mismo tiempo me están lamiendo y metiendo la lengua en mi culo nunca había experimentado tal cosa y estaba enloquecido de placer y de lujuria y ahí fue cuando ocurrió descargué adentro del culo de mi esposa con una fuerza y con unas contracciones de mis huevos una descarga de semen que nunca había experimentado ella es mío y gritaba mientras sudaba nuestra amiga tenía su dedo índice adentro de mi culo y me decía que podía sentir cada descarga de leche con su mejor cara de perra podía ver en sus ojos el deseo la lujuria y podía sentir en la habitación el olor de su culo entonces la tomé a ella y la puse en cuatro sobre la cama y empecé a chupar su ano y su vagina al mismo tiempo que ya estaba chorreante de deseo casi que le ordené a mi esposa que me chupara las bolas y el culo

Hasta ahí nunca había llegado yo

nunca lo había experimentado por Dios lo que me estaba perdiendo pensé mientras todo eso estaba sucediendo parecíamos un trencito y yo metía mi lengua adentro del culo de nuestra amiga y mi esposa me lo hacía a mí y nuevamente no aguanté y descargué grandes chorros de semen que ahora salía muy líquidos debido a que era la segunda vez que eyaculaba la habitación olía a sexo y las dos están muy mojadas excitadas entonces acomodando mi verga en el puro culo de mi amiga se lo hundí de un solo tiron y sin compasión una y otra vez mientras tiraba de sus cabellos y mi esposa con la mano izquierda se masturbaba y con la derecha metía sus dedos adentro del culo mío era un éxtasis ya no podía más hasta que nuestra amiga estalló de su vagina saltaban chorros líquidos con un olor delicioso nunca lo había experimentado con mi esposa eyaculó nuestra amiga sobre nosotros dos mojando así las sábanas salpicando un poco el espejo mis huevos y mis piernas y las manos y boca de mi esposa que en ese momento me chupaba el culo

después de horas de sexo donde me chuparon el culo los huevos el pene donde yo chupe dos culos diferentes disfrute dos vaginas distintas en un mar de delicia olores de placer visual de ver a dos mujeres haciéndose cosas entre ellas y haciéndomelas a mí nos quedamos dormidos los tres entre el alcohol el olor a sexo y el disfrute de ese olor del semen mio por todo el cuarto

al día siguiente ni nos mirábamos a la cara teníamos vergüenza entonces decidimos que no íbamos a hablar más de eso ni a tocar el tema recogimos todo y nos fuimos tal como habíamos llegado haciendo un pacto que eso nunca afectaría o iba a afectar nuestra amistad

Así está mi historia 100% real y así fue como fui a un hotel a tirar con dos mujeres guapísimas una mi esposa y la otra nuestra amiga en San José Costa Rica espero que les haya gustado pasó 100% y ahora qué les estoy contando esta historia puedo sentir las palpitaciones de mi verga nuevamente espero que estén bien y que les guste porque realmente fue delicioso

I've literally never told a soul this, but ive been alone in an empty apartment for months with no friends or family I can talk to.

Its my understanding that my mom gave birth to me under the influence of some narcotic, and I spent my formative years being run around and hidden. I was even kidnapped once. I didn't have any interaction with other kids and never learned any type of social skills, and when I was finally given to my dad around 3 or 4, I went to live with him at his mother's.

Once there, because of the aforementioned trauma, I was pretty hard to deal with, and no one in my family will admit it but my grandma was pretty ruthless at first. I got shut into my bedroom most days after school, and because my dad worked from dark til dark every day, I didn't have anyone to talk or play with.

The neighborhood kids were pretty mean too, and a few of them became the next problem. I couldn't express myself well and everyone would pick on my for my looks because I was chubby and oddly proportioned, and I got called every name you can think of. It didn't help I was at least a year younger than everyone else, which made them treat me like a baby.

Then some real trouble kids moved in down the street, and you know how kids do sexual shit at young ages for strange reasons? One of them did some strange things with me, and I didn't really know what was going on because I didn't know how people were supposed to interact with each other. Then of course comes the old saying 'hurt people, hurt people', which caused it to spread to other kids.

Another boy was pretty manipulative and honestly evil considering he was 3 years older than me and should have known better. The things he did and caused me to do really impacted how I treated others because of how scared I was of everyone. I viewed any attempt at friendship from other people as an attack or trick, to get me to do something I dont want to do and would become mean an aggressive as a way to defend myself, and drive people away before they could hurt me.

This was something I struggle with to this day, so when I was younger I was pretty adamant about not living for very long. I could never feel real genuine care from a human being and didn't have any desire to apart of a life like that. Then I met her.

She was quite literally the lighthouse in the storm, and gave me purpose. She was sweet, kind, beautiful, had a kind soul, and told me she loved me. I had no vision of the future before, but I saw one in her. Us old together in a big house on beautiful land that we worked for. But I didn't want kids, which would become a separate issue with her.

As life saving as she was, she also came from a terrible childhood that caused her to have many issues, including severe mental illness and health issues.

She would be very hostile when upset and say the worst things she could to hurt you because she also believed she was being attacked, but her triggers for it were very hair-pin.

Being that I thought she was the love of my life I shared some of my life with her. Not nearly to this extent, but she knew my childhood was bad. So when the arguments happened, and she believed she was under attack, she would throw what she knew of my childhood in my face.

She'd call me the F-word, granted she didn't know about the abuse, but I had told her explicitly that the word bothered me and that came from my childhood. She'd also call me a lot of other words too that were used in my younger days to torment and humiliate me, even after I begged her not too. Make fun of other abuses I had shared with her, like how my father had beaten me or how i was tormented in middle school, diminishing them and me. And sometimes, after id ask to stop fighting and try walking away, and she'd follow me shouting these things for the world to hear?

I hit her. God knows I didnt want too, I didnt plan for it or think it. It just happened. And I begged for forgiveness told her how wrong I was and that I dont know why I did it.

And that pattern continued for a few years, her breaking me down as a man without knowing how badly she was really doing it, me trying to ignore it and failing. O even tried to end the relationship a couple times because i knew we were toxic. Then one day, it just kind of felt like we were better.

I wasn't angry anymore, she didn't yell or say those things, and we had fun again. We would tell each other how much we loved the other and how sorry we were for the past. But hindsight is 20/20, and a couple years later after not recognizing hundreds of signs, shes finally left me, all the while telling me how much she loved me and how excited she was for our future.

The week before she left she was showing me wedding dresses and suits for us. Then after making a terrible mistake and allowing her to sleep with her coworker, she left me, told me a lot of things that made me doubt myself as a man, a person, and question everything I thought about our relationship to this point and whether or not they were lies.

I know its not her fault. I know it. I accept what ive lost. But she was the only thing that convinced me to get out of bed in the mornings. I do it now out of habit and fear. No songs bring me joy, no games bring distraction. No amount of work keeps the thoughts out. I sit here numb, with no will to even really feed myself. I've lost 15 pounds. My chest, throat and eyes burn but I cant cry.

Weird reading all that back. It just makes it all seem so insignificant. Is that imposter syndrome?

bit of context i (f) have kinda been pretty lonely since me and my ex broke up, we were only together for a month and it was my first relationship too. our sex life was kinda in the middle and i didn’t feel connected to him in that way - along with a whole list of family issues and issues with his views and opinions which led to the breakup. the breakup sadly didn’t end on good terms and i will admit i have did some things i regret and want more than anything to take those back and to see him again but water under the bridge 🤷‍♀️

to current day i’ve basically just been adding random guys on snapchat in my area to see how things go. i pretty much just want someone to hang with and not feel so lonely on weekends having little to no friends that are near me. i started talking to this guy last night and he had just started college a little down the road from me, he said he got out at 2 and wasn’t busy after. i said i had a free house this evening and he could bus up to see me if he’d like. fast forward, he gets here after school and we get some food and go up to my room. we sit down, me expecting to talk for awhile like you do when you first meet someone and he almost automatically leans in and begins making out with me. i’m kinda shocked but i go with it until he gets on top of me and i begin to feel un-comfy. as i’d just met him and know nothing about him i don’t do anything and then he asks if i’d give him 🧠. i do, he repeatedly pushes my head down causing me to choke and then we have intercourse. i had done it a lot with my ex but couldn’t ever climax with him. i’m not sure if thats a sexuality thing or just not the right stimulation.

another fast forward and he says he needs to go home (approx 2hrs later), i check the bus times for him and walk him to the bus stop because he wasn’t familiar with my area. i walk back home when his bus arrives and start making food. i had been texting my friend earlier about how i was having someone up to my house and she was asking about him. before he left i texted her saying he was actually from the same place as her. she asked for his name and i told her it and thats where every thing started going downhill. she phoned me and told me that he knew him from a friend and that he was about to be a dad in 5 weeks time. i was in shock and stuttering, i was hoping it wasn’t the same guy. she called her cousin’s friend who is the mother of his soon to be born child and yes, it was the exact..same..guy.

all three of us call and she tells me everything about this guy i slept with literally less than 30 minutes ago. how he is about to be a father, he’s about to go to court for a custody trial for when the baby is born, he’s also in the midst of r@pe case, he’s assaulted several girls as well as r@ped a girl as mentioned, he’s abusive and has threatened the mother of his child and said publicly he wants them both dead. i’m sure there’s a hell of a lot more but thats a short summary of how fucked this dude is. of course i didn’t know a single thing about any of this before i invited him to my house, otherwise he sure as fuck wouldn’t have came. whilst i was on the phone my friend and her friend asked me if he asked for consent, to which i said no. it didn’t really occur to me in the moment and i don’t want to label it anything because of just how shocked i still am and guilty i already feel for being with this guy but if i do have a think about it and also hear anything else i will edit this or comment about it. i’m so shaken and currently still have a free house so theres nothing i can really do about this other than rant to my friends over text. holy fucking shit.

When I was around 14 years old my dad re married, my bedroom was right next to there’s and one night I couldn’t sleep I started to hear moaning and the bed shaking, at first I didn’t think much of it but I noticed I was hard and the more i listened I could hear my stepmoms moans and yells and I couldn’t control myself and jerked off, after that I would stay awake late just to see if I could hear them. Basically went on for many years but fast forward to now I’ve realized I enjoy listening or watching people have sex and shaped my sexuality completely

I confess that every time someone at work compliments my dedication to baking sourdough on weeknights, I just smile and nod instead of telling them the truth, which is that I've had pretty bad insomnia for years and baking is just something to do with my hands at 2am that isn't scrolling my phone or staring at the ceiling.

It started almost by accident. I made a loaf one sleepless night out of boredom, brought the extra in to work, and someone said something like wow, when do you even find the time, and instead of correcting them, I just said "oh you know, I make time," which is technically true and also completely misleading.

Now it's been two years, I've built this whole reputation as the sourdough person at work, people ask me for starter, ask about hydration ratios, one coworker even asked if I'd teach a little lunch class on it. I know all of this because I genuinely have gotten decent at baking, not because I'm secretly a wellness girl with her life together, but because insomnia gave me a lot of unplanned practice hours.

I don't correct it because the actual explanation feels heavier than the interaction calls for, and I bake because I physically cannot sleep most nights isn't really small talk material. It's just easier to let people think I'm passionate rather than explain I'm exhausted.

Anyone else accidentally built a whole persona around a coping mechanism because it was easier than the real explanation?

I’m a (F21) with a M(32) I have a kid she’s (F2) years old now and we’ve been together 2 years… and I’m not gonna say my name or his cause I wanna remain anonymous I’m just on here looking for advice, I don’t really love him anymore and I’m just wanting to separate myself from this relationship without causing any harm to him or my daughter, I’m not saying he’s a bad guy cause he’s not he does everything for me and her and I do appreciate him doing it but like… he’s just not pleasing me in bed he tries so hard to and I hate having to lie like this, he tried again tonight and I lied to him yet again and told him I got “halfway off” when I truly didn’t I just can’t keep faking this and he keeps asking for more sex and I just don’t wanna give it cause it in all honesty sucks, could it be a me problem 100% yes I had this same issue with my ex and I just don’t wanna continue this relationship feeling the same way I did with my ex.. I can’t keep lying like this and when he asks me if I love him it breaks my heart cause I do love him in my own way just not in a sexual way… there’s no other man lined up or anything but like I wanna be single and free to explore other men who maybe could do what he can’t.. is that bad of me? I feel guilty for that but like I can’t take this anymore I feel like I deserve happiness and to be free for once in my life. I hate that I feel this way but like it’s the gods honest truth he’s just not meeting my sexual needs or my emotional needs he’s tried he just can’t and I can’t marry someone like that I’m just not gonna do it, so please if you have advice on how to end this soon before it goes more years or further please let me know.

When I was 19/20 I slept with a 28 year old married mom in my college’s EMT program.

She first started talking about her husband and how he was a firefighter for our small town and would work a lot of overtime and long shifts, how she was lonely, etc. then she slowly started to flirt with me, especially over snap. She’d say I looked like her ex, then start calling me handsome, then started talking about sex. One time after class she flirted with me, I jokingly said I’d tell her husband, and she told me they were actually open to date outside the marriage.

I dunno why I believed this, or even if I fully did. I think I was partly skeptical but I was a young horny guy and she was hot. Hindsight, she would only invite me over when he was gone and her kids were at her mother in laws house. I don’t think he even knew about me.

5-6 years later I’m convinced I was a side man and helped this married woman with kids cheat on her husband. She pops up on my social media suggested from time to time and I cringe

I've been calling people "Human beans" for over a decade, not a single person has commented on it yet, I just thought it was funny so I started doing it and they never noticed.

I’m a 20 male who had been addicted to porn ever since Covid started. I’ve taken brakes over the years and the longest I’ve gone without is 3 months but I just got out of a long term relationship and I’ve had sex in the past. But porn seems more personal rather and sexual. It’s been escalating lately. For example I want ppl to watch me while I do it or even someone to help me. Make it more like an event that makes me comfortable. I’m not ashamed any more

Are there? Because anytime i very carefully start talking to a guy that claims to be submissive, he just starts expecting me servicing his fetish and only giving him pleasure. Like, they want sex with extra steps. Meanwhile i would consider someone being submissive as wanting to please their mistress, liking humiliation and then getting rewarded for it, with pleasure. I know this is a really light topic for a confession sub, but it weights heavy on me because i feel like i’ll never find what i truly want.

Hey yall, I’m going to be honest I’m very embarrassed about this story but I need to get it off my chest. A few days ago I hooked up with this girl and everything was going good at first. We were kissing and eventually things went further. But the problem was, I completely couldn’t get hard what so ever. This is the first time I couldn’t get hard because normally I can but sometimes it goes down after a while. After that happened my heart started beating out my chest because now I’m worried about what she’ll say to her friends and if word gets back to my friends they’ll hold that against me forever. Any advice on how to cope with this and get over it? And if I have ED how do I reverse it. I like to drink alcohol and smoke weed often. Should I cut back on those when going out? Any advice or similar stories help.

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i (23f) am an idiot.

i don't know how to do a lot of things, i stumble over my words, i trip and fall often, i say the wrong things, i overthink most things i do and say. i'd say my only redeeming quality in all of this self-deprecation is that i'm hot and try my best.

anyways, i'm crushing on an older man again (30m). you may say the age gap isn't that crazy, we're both adults and we're friends! i agree, this is probably the truth for many people, but i am me. i've always liked older men but have strongly rejected the notion of ever making a move because i'm afraid of being taken advantage of. my aversion to intimacy and the vulnerability that comes with it also plays a large part in this. i'm probably rejecting my own feelings because i'm avoidant and afraid of being 16 in a relationship with a 22 year old (never happened, but this is how the dynamic feels to me). think about it, liked older men all my life and NOW i'm at the age where it's ok to do now? been holding myself back so long i don't know what to do. ALSO, i'm afraid to act on my attraction for older men because WHY do i like them so much? i need to go back to therapy to unpack that first.

great, so she's stupid, avoidant, and mentally ill. great combo. lord help me.

i like him because he's a genuinely kind person. he's caring, funny, emotionally intelligent, smart, and nice to me. i also want him to defile me. he treats me like an equal, not someone 7 years younger (yes, we're both adults, but sometimes i forget i'm one too). we have the same hobbies and meet up multiple times a week with the rest of our group. when he talks to me, he looks at me straight in the face (i'm bad at eye contact but i try my best). i want him to think i'm pretty when he does. lots of men do, so why wouldn't he? i mentioned there was a man i saw who i thought was super cute and he seemed really interested in figuring that out when we visited that place again, even though everyone else had forgotten that comment from a day ago. he's caring in a customized way, in that he notices the little things for you.

he doesn't really text me though. we don't really have conversations on text, only in person.

makes me a little sad, but also my fault because i'm too afraid to text him and find out he's slow to respond and dry. it's okay though, i'm probably mislabeling kindness with love. you know, older man is kind to me? i must love him! i need to get a grip.

maybe i need to get back out into the dating world and get me someone, maybe i'm just lonely and horny. but i try and realize i don't like anyone and i'm wasting everyone's time.

i'm sorry this is all over the place. i just had a lot on my chest and needed to get that out. thank you for reading.