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I (25M) have grown up beside these neighbors (50sF)(50sM) my whole life, and close to their daughter (24F). We spent almost all of our time together. Her mom has always thought I was feminine, not quite right, and just "funny." Bet she thought I was frickin hilarious last night walking in on me balls deep in her daughter.
I came home to my parents house from working outta state, and neighbors daughter seen me pull in. We talked, reconnected, and decided to chill since her parents were outta town, and she was housesitting. Rode around listening to music, smokin her up, dinner, and lil Netflix&chill. One thing lead to another, and eventually had her legs hanging on my shoulders, making it sound like mac&cheese. We didn't hear the door, but we heard the OH MY GOD!!!! I'm diving for my clothes, her moms freaking out, and she's covering herself with a blanket. I go running outta the front door with bball shorts on as her dads carrying stuff to the door. I hopped into my car, and drove off like a bat outta hell.
Now I'm sitting here beside the lake in my car. Mom texted me saying neighbors are furious, and we all need to talk this out. My dad called trying to be stern, but knowing that we were both adults, and grew up together he just said he's surprised it didn't happen sooner. | You’re both consenting adults, hopefully your neighbours will recognise that! |
My day 100 is this Saturday and I have so many good things planned. Therapy appointment in the morning. I get to visit with my niece and nephews for the weekend! Had a huge falling out with my sister due to our alcoholism so I haven't seen them in months.
I organized a covid safe paint night with my closest friends! Just recently deactivated all social media platforms for 100days to help further my healing. Obviously, not reddit though. So much has changed in the past 3 months and I'm so proud of myself.
Edit: I guess I'm new here. My confession is i did horrible things to people I love so I got sober. | Hell yeah. Keep it up. Just celebrated 3 years alcohol free. It gets easier and everything gets so much better. |
My older brother is 30. He has no job (hasn't worked since highschool), doesn't go to school, and lives with my parents still. All he does is make messes, and game all night. He games to the point that I can hear him yelling and screaming all night long, and its been a battle because I can not sleep with the amount of noise he has put out. Oh, also, I'm 17 and a female and will be moving out to my own apartment next Saturday for uni.
Anyway, it started like any other night last night. Around 12am he started to game, turned his volume on his speakers all the way up, and was yelling and screaming into whatever he was playing and when I asked him to turn it down, it escalated and it turned into a telling match between us. Needless to say, he got angry and destroyed my bedroom door (punching it). I was at my breaking point. My parents don't care, I haven't slept properly for about a month, and so I devised my plan of vengeance.
My brother went out early today with my aunt and left his door unlocked. So, sure, I could have messed his his computer and speakers, but I decided to do something more.. interesting. See. His room is dusty (not really messy, just dusty) and so, I sprinkled Nesquick powder, (like, the sweet chocolate powder) all over the dark dusty crevices of his room, and under his sheets, his shoes, and just pretty much anywhere that won't bring up too much suspicion.
Well, the summer ant infestation that seems to come every year, has moved troops from the usually battle grounds of the kitchen and bathroom, into his room. When my brother got home, he absolutely freaked out. There where ants everywhere from what I heard in his tantrum. Ants in his bed, ants in his keyboard, ants in the computer. The ants where even having a frenzy in his closet from what I heard.
To futher complicate this ordeal, I hid the ant killer, and since he can't drive, there was no way to really clear out the ants, and my parents don't get home until later tonight. So right now he's having a man baby tantrum because he can't play his game, whilst I enjoy my ant free environment in my bedroom.
Tl;dr: 30 year old brother is a loud gaming jerk, so I sprinked a coat of nesquick in his room while he was gone to bring forth the ant invasion to his living crevice. | Wtf is wrong with him? A bit of headphones and shutting the fuck up would allow him to continue his pointless life. |
My teen-age daughter loves music. Its an integral part of her identity. I like 90's alt-rock and while she does too and has an eclectic taste in general, she prefers recent rap-hip hop (Travis Scott, Kid Cudi, Kanye, etc). When driving, I always told her whoever drove got to pick the music and anytime she gave me grief about what I would put on, I would switch it to stuff like Nat King Cole or Tom Jones or Yanni or sports talk and blast it.
The other day, I took her to get her drivers license and she passed. So she's all excited and declares she's driving us home and as soon as she gets behind the wheel she informs me that the driver picks the tunes. I'm like, hey kid, you did great, you're the DJ. So she pulls up her rap playlist and off we go.
As we're driving home, she's totally focused on the road, especially because we're on the freeway and the traffic is pretty heavy. I'm texting her mom and her brother and sister about how she passed and all that but also, every time a new song starts, I switch over and Shazam it. She has Apple Car Play up on the screen and Maps so no song info is visibly available. Then while the song is playing, at some point I casually ask "hey, is this..." and I'll name the artist and the exact mix version of the song.
The first couple of times, she's like, yeah it is. Have I played it for you before? I tell her maybe, I've heard it somewhere. By the 4th or 5th song, she's like WTF, Dad, how do you know all of these??!!? I figured it was best to leave her amazed, so I never told her. | Having my first child (girl) in October... I’m going to wait 16 years and pull this exact move. From one future father to another father, I thank you |
I'm overjoyed!! I can't even describe it. Friday felt like the worst day ever but you know what? I didn't even realize how fucking miserable I was with him until he "dumped" me.
Dad came over and talked to me for hours on Saturday. Flaws I didn't even realize drove me mad showed up suddenly. Dad reassuring me that he always hated him and always wanted someone better for me made things easier as well! I'm free in all of my decisions.
I can pursue the job I want in a city of my choosing without having to look after what and where he wants to go. No more unnecessary fights. A feeling of new self worth after being constantly talked over/not being properly respected for 2 years. I can eat what I want, where and when I want without snarky comments. I can do yoga for hours without being ridiculed for it because it's not "real activity". Want to see my parents over the weekend? No one to stop me. Want to get drunk with my friends? No one giving me jealous comments. Having to hang out with people I don't like? No more! Endless talk of your stupid little schemes to improve the world without you even being able to get out of your fucking bed before 11 am? No thank you! Uncertain future because someone always refuses to plan even a month ahead? Gone! This is by far the easiest break up I ever had. So thanks for dumping me and giving my self respect back. I can't believe I let myself be controlled for that long. Never again! Goodbye energy sucker, you better save up all those tears. The sun is shining outside, I'm going for a walk and I am filled by a wave of happiness I haven't felt in forever. Life is good again!
Edit: holy shit my first award! Thank you to everyone and all the positivity you're sharing!
2nd Edit: guys, I am AMAZED at how much all of this has blown up. Thanks for all of your kindness and positivity! However, due to the big amount of comments still flying in and a lot of the questions being re-asked, I won't have time to go through and answer all of them anymore with work and everything! If you are one of the people that have reached out to me don't hesitate to pm me, I'll likely won't find you in the comment section again. I will try to get back to you as soon as I can! Yesterday was my day off so I can't be on my phone this much today but if you really do need my help I'm gonna answer you as soon as I can.
As for the rising number of troll/incel comments - if I do notice you are being one of those don't expect a response from me again. All of the questions have been answered in the comments, so if you are still curious whether or not I'm actually miserable, crying myself to sleep or you simply cannot believe that I am genuinely happy because I must seek attention as a female does - please do us all a favor and just look up all the other unhappy people who thought they needed to vent about their negativity on here.
If you came here solely because you wanted to know why I was dumped or why I didn't dump him first: it's in the comments but I'm gonna post it here as well so people will stop asking me about it: in the end our plans for the future didn't match, I wanted to move back to my hometown, he wanted to either migrate or live in a big city, none of us wanted to give in. I wanted to start a family sometime in the next few years, he panicked because he realized that we were in fact getting serious beyond the point of a college romance, I think you get the picture.
I did think about dumping him for some time, but since we had ups and downs and it was, in fact, a loving relationship at first, I kept holding on in hopes of mending things I didn't realize were too broken. If you did have a really good relationship in the beginning it's hard to keep yourself from fighting for it and making a mistake by calling things off to soon. I did however emotionally distance myself from him for at least some time without actually realizing it until right before he did us both a favor and ended things. This is also why I believe I am not a miserable wreck like so many people want me to be. My dad helped me to realize a lot of these things, he really set my head right about it and helped me tremendously.
What will I do once the regret kicks in? I don't know, probably nothing. I'm moving on to a really good job that I fought hard for in March, which has me also moving away 200 miles next week. Out of sight out of mind right? We'll see about that :)
Thanks again everyone and cheers! Keep the positivity up! | Looks like the trash took itself out! Congratulations on all the living you are about to do! |
I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from shit I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils).
The other day I was talking with my neighbours and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind. | There’s a name for this lifestyle. It’s called goblincore. I shit you not. |
She was suicidal, and had a gun ready in her hand. When I went to grab it away from her hand, she pulled the trigger and the bullet went through my upper thigh on my right leg. I was in the hospital for around 6 hours, and I just got back home. I had to tell the police what happened, and she was taken to a mental health facility. I currently can’t walk or move at all on my own. I just want her to get help.
Edit: adding a picture with the date on the hospital band, and the entry and exit bandages. [link](https://imgur.com/gallery/yLUsBFa) | I’m sorry that happened OP. I hope your mother is getting the help she needs. I also hope you have a speedy recovery. Sending internet hugs if you want them. |
I'm a personal trainer and this slippery slope of passive aggressive behavior started in college. I worked the university gym and my coworkers could be really pretentious. Id hear them talk shit about average Joe's just trying to get in shape or the typical shallow shit talking in general. Id wait patiently for them to walk away to do rounds or go to the bathroom. (Timing is everything with this scheme) When the time came Id make my move, squeezing and tightening to a brief exhaustion. Sometimes I'd peel skin off my hand. After I graduated I continued this behavoir at other gyms. My favorite target are racist old ladies that are deadset on making a good day a bad one cause they cant use their favorite recumbent bike. I'm aware how pathetic I am for this, and how it reflects poorly of my character. But I can't help it, the adrenaline rush is savoury. Knowing I mildly inconvenienced someone and they haven't had the slightest clue. I think I need counseling. | This is quality! What's your best story about someone struggling to open their water? |
More than anything I just want a beautiful woman with a clown costume, make up and a big red nose to have sweaty passionate sex with. I want her to lay on my bed, take her big shoes off and let me suck and lick her toes while jerking myself off while she blows up condoms and makes them into balloon animals.
They I want her to take off her clown pants and clown underwear then start pulling several feet of colored scarves out of her pussy. Once the scarves are out I want to enter her then fuck her as she honks her big red nose in time to my thrusts. I want her to do the clown laugh and spray me with a squirt gun flower as I cum.
I don't know why I have this fantasy but I do and it's killing me. I want clown pussy so bad it hurts.
Edit: Thank you all for the awards upvotes and comments and especially those of you who have turned me on to different subreddits and sites etc. Revolving around my kink. You guys rock! | im so glad i have therapy right now |
Two years ago, my ex-wife Melanie (37F) and I (36M) separated. The divorce was a mutual decision made by the fact that she was cheating on me with a co-worker and wanted to be with him. We have five kids together, (13F) (12M), (10F), (8M) and (6M) and a cat.
Based on several factors, she has weekly visitation and I have full custody of them, but doesn't ever show up for the visitation and seems to have given up on the children. I work as a teacher, an already exhuasting job as it is, and I spend every minute of my day either with my kids or kids that aren't mine, cooking and cleaning and breaking up fights and grading papers and then by the time the kids are asleep, the fucking (still love him though) cat wants attention and I want to scream from the top of my lungs.
I'm tired. I'm fucking exhausted. I can't do this, I'm working and taking Care of six living, breathing beings and I feel betrayed and I'm so, so tired. Last night I stood up and walked out of the house, got in the car, and started it. The kids were asleep and I sat there, in the car, five seconds away from driving away. I wanted to drive away. I wanted to drive until I ran out of gas.
And then I thought about my kids waking up and not having anybody around and I walked back inside. But I still want to run away. This morning I wanted to run away. I had to restrain myself from driving away while driving to work.
I hate myself for being so quick to want to drive away from my kids. My kids, who I love more than anything in the world, were so quick to not having a father. This morning while I was driving to work I made peace that I wasn't going to drive away I wanted to veer off the road and into a ditch and die.
I feel awful for this. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I feel awful and yet I will know that I will fight the urges again in a few minutes when school lets out. | I'm a single mom with 100% custody since they were an infant and toddler. My kids are a bit older than yours but I am going to give you some advice from one single parent to another.
A) Say "yes" to absolutely every sleepover you can. Say "yes" to every playdate you can. Say "yes" whenever anyone asks you if they can babysit for you. Say "yes" every time they want to get out of the house. This may seem counterproductive but it's not. Whenever anyone offers to take your kids, say "yes." Don't worry about it being too much. Most people don't offer things they can't give. Make grocery shopping with you really boring and offer your oldest $20 to watch the youngest kids for an hour while you pick up groceries.
ETA: Some people commented not to just say "yes" randomly to anyone. I guess living in a small town has made me blind to the fact not everyone knows all their kids' friends. I live in a very small town where when you sign your kid up for school, you meet almost every parent there in one night. I know all my kids' friends' parents and they know me. My kids have had the same friends since they were in kindergarten. So me saying yes, especially now, means I've known their friends' parents for well over a decade.
B) Reciprocate all of this but not because you're doing the other parents a favor (although this is a very nice thing to do). Reciprocate because having a friend over means you're going to get a break from being "on" all night long. So have a night a week (we did Fridays) where they could have a friend over. Friday nights were when I popped in a movie, ordered some pizza, and let the kids do whatever and stay up until whenever meaning they'd sleep in the next day.
C) Give yourself a break once a week NOT on Fridays. We did Tuesdays (my most busy day of the week). That means tell the kids they have unlimited television, video game playing, playing on their phones, (after homework is done throughout the school year) before room time. Pajamas are mandatory. Stock your fridge with a bunch of lunchables, chips, cookies, juices, cereal, etc. Tell your kids that you're taking the night off and they're going to have to fend for themselves. Children will not die from having pizza rolls and taquitos for dinner and playing an extra hour of Mario Cart.
D) Have a pair of comfy pants. I have a pair of sweats that I wear when I'm done for the day. Whenever my kid asks me to do anything or wants me to go somewhere, I point to the pants and say, "Can't. I'm in my comfy pants. We'll do it tomorrow." Comfy pants in this house means Mom's done for the night.
E) Don't worry about making gourmet dinners every night. Most of the food I cook can be made in like 15 minutes not including cooking time. Sheet pan dinners, one pot meals, those frozen meals you stick in the oven and bake...my kids have had them all. Sides were either frozen or raw fruits and veggies. Elaborate dinners were saved on the rare occasions I felt like making them.
F) Clean your house on an as-needed basis. My mom always had a list of things to do every Saturday which usually took up the whole day. My theory is fuck that. I clean as needed and no more. Sure, my house isn't stunningly clean. But it is clean. Also, tell your children they are officially in charge of their own rooms. Meaning you're giving them privacy but also expecting them to keep them clean. Your older kids (13, 12, and 10) are old enough to do their own laundry on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. You can do the 8 and 6 y/o (and yours) on Saturdays. The family bathroom can be cleaned by the youngest two (scrubbing a toilet isn't hard and all you'll have to do is clean the showerhead). You can be in charge of the kitchen and living room.
G) In our house, we have "room time". The kids went to their rooms at 9:00 pm every night. They didn't have to go to sleep. But they did have to go to their rooms. The rule in our house was after 10 years old they could pick their own bedtime but the minute I had to wake them up for school, they had a bedtime again. In 8 years my kids have never slept in for school, never missed work, and never needed me to wake them up. I also let them take naps whenever they want. My oldest loves taking naps and staying up late. My youngest calls herself an old lady and is rarely awake after 10 pm. I don't give a shit either way. Just as long as they wake up for school/work on time.
H) Know this is fleeting. You're going to get through this. In 3 years your oldest will be driving. In 8 your youngest will be driving. That means independence is closer than you think.
I) Go to therapy. Even online it can help. Find a good therapist and hash it out.
J) On bad days, take the long way home. Drive an extra twenty minutes and blame it on construction. Play the music loud. Scream at the top of your lungs. Punch the steering wheel and yell at whatever Higher Power you believe in that this sucks, life isn't fair, and you really want a fucking break. Even twenty minutes a day letting your frustrations out can make the rest of the day really good.
Sorry this is so long but I've had eighteen years to get used to being a single parent. It takes some time and juggling but you can do this!
ETA:Well this blew up. Having coffee with my youngest and niece this morning I told them about this thread. My youngest wants to tell everyone that she never felt unloved as she said it kind of sounded like I religiously spent time away from them. I didn't. Most of the time I wasnt at work, I was with my kids. It's just that I was pursuing my own interests as well. |
Don't really know to get into this but I'll start by laying out a few details.
So I've been dating this girl for about 4 months now and she is amazing ( up until I found out about this) like seriously amazing, both fallen hard for each other, I've met her family and she's met my limited family and it's been going great. She stays over a couple of times a week and I love her company and I'm very much In love with her. So finding out about this hit me quite hard and I've felt really weird since.
I don't want to get into to much detail because its overall a pretty bizzare situation but basically at the start of the week she was at my place and we were chilling and caught up with the latest episode of the mandalorian (great TV show btw) and she goes off to take a shower which is normal after a day of work. So I'm chilling ln my room browsing Reddit and catching up with shit and I need to take a piss. I go to the bathroom and walk in to a room where I'm engulfed in the smell of shit and also it's steamy as hell in there.
I'm taken a back clearly and trying to make sense of it because the toilet lid is down but the smell is so strong so I ask my girlfriend if she's okay, she says she's great and she's nearly done she's just trying to get rid of this. At this point I'm horrified and as I approach the shower curtain ( it's a black curtain so I can't see shit) I kinda realize what she's done and I pull back the curtain and she faces me to smile at me and I look down and there's about half a shit clogging up the drain and she's clearly been trying to stomp it down.
I Had a lot of emotions running through my head all at once, horror, disgust and surprisement, mainly at her reaction of me walking in on her trying to waffle stomp a shit down the fucking drain, and I couldn't get my head around how cool and collected she was. I basically just said wtf are you doing and tbh her reply was more of surprise at my reaction of seeing what she was doing as in she didn't see the big deal about it and didn't get why I was so horrified.
It was fucking weird.
I left the bathroom obviously and we had a talk about it and she thought it was a normal thing to do. She needed a shit and just went for it. Apparently she was raised in a household where that was a normal thing to do and I just couldn't comprehend it. After a while talking she reassured me she didn't do it all the time but just whenever she needed a shit while in the shower.
I tried explaining that this was definitely not normal or a cool thing to do whatsoever and she kinda flipped it back on me as if I was shaming her and got upset.
Like i said I love this girl but this has properly rocked me and I don't know what to do.
Sorry for poor grammar and formatting and how long this post is but I had to get this off my chest as I don't feel like telling anyone else and embarrassing her further. | Ok, if this is a legit post...Since she seems otherwise perfect and seems to not understand this is inappropriate, you tell her that it is and be very clear that it's not ok with you. It's an easy fix for her. If she continues to shit in the shower, it's some psychological need and you may have a challenge on your hands. |
I’m posting an update to this: [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/comments/b6uaug/im_moving_far_away_from_my_abusive_family_without/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) as I know a lot of people asked me to keep updating.
TL;DR: My family has been extremely abusive and toxic to me my entire life, including taking all of my money and telling everyone that I lied to them about my older brother molesting me when I was young (which did happen.) I am 23 years old. I’ve been dealing with severe physical abuse my entire life. I recently decided that I was moving to the other side of the country and not telling them anything. I changed my number and deleted all of my social media. I’m never coming back to this place. **Ever.**
So I actually did it. I said goodbye to my few friends here, I packed all of my stuff in a suitcase. I read a post on this sub earlier where someone said “it’s funny how your entire life can fit inside a suitcase.” He was right, and you really start to feel bad when it comes down to this and you realize that you don’t need much of what you have at all. I was scared that the things I loved most wouldn’t all fit in my suitcase- I ended up having space leftover. Most of us live very selfishly.
My little brother drove me here, to the airport. I love him, I hugged him and told him that I loved him, and I gave him my car, as he needed one for work and he’s never had much, either. My parents only really love my older brother, their firstborn. I told him that if our parents ask, to tell them that I asked him to take me to the airport, and I just gave him my car keys and left. He knows everything, but they don’t need to know that. I also gave him my fish, which oddly I already miss them. It’s really weird how taking care of even the smallest of creatures can make you feel so special. That helped a lot with my depression.
I didn’t tell my parents anything. They don’t know anything. The last thing that my father said to me was “You need to cut the front yard” and he walked away. I don’t even remember the last thing that my mother said to me. I left them a note that said that I’m safe, I’m gonna be okay but I had to leave. I told them I would reach out when I was ready, if ever. I told them that I’ll always love them, for they are my parents and they gave me life.
I wonder how they’re going to react when they see the note. I imagine my father will be furious as he can’t coerce me into giving him all of my money anymore. My mother is just going to use it to get pity, because her life is *such* a tragedy. At least, according to her book of faces.
Perhaps they should’ve treated me better, as I’m the best son they could’ve ever asked for. I’m kind. I’m empathetic. I’m ambitious and I am full of love. But even I have my breaking point, and I’m going to find new people to give my love. People who will appreciate it.
So anyways, yeah. I did it. I packed a suitcase that is my life, I grabbed the bracelet that my old friend who passed away gave me and put it around my wrist, I put on my favorite pair of beat up boots and cuffed my jeans, and I left. I’ll be so far away in 12 hours, they won’t ever be able to hurt me again.
I randomly ran into my ex-boyfriend here at the airport, just a few minutes ago. We didn’t end things well when we broke up two years ago, coincidentally, it ended because he told me I was being ridiculous for rebelling against my parents abuse, and that I should be grateful to them, for even being alive.
He was in a rush but he smiled and asked how I was doing, and he proposed that we should catch up **when I got back from wherever I was going.** I smiled at him, I told him I was doing well, and I said “I’ll let you know when I get back.”
I feel very whole right now, for the first time in my life.
EDIT: Wooooow!! My very first gold. Thank you so much!! I can’t believe how supported I am. Honestly, my emotions are all over the place but I can’t believe how many people are proud of me. This is genuinely the one single thing that I’ve wanted to do more than anything else in life- I was always so terrified to just take this leap of faith and hit the reset button and I’m almost in tears over how many people believe in me. I have no choice but to succeed now! 🙂
EDIT 2: And thank you for the silver as well! I’m going to take this opportunity to be my dramatic self haha and say that I genuinely am in tears in this airport at how supportive you all are. I cannot believe I JUST recently discovered Reddit. I was truly missing out. 😭 Also as an update, it’s 10:19AM and I am in NYC at the airport here. My flight was delayed but finally it took me from my home to here. In an hour, I’m boarding my flight to take me to my new home in California. 🙂🙂
EDIT 3: I am moving to Los Angeles. My parents don’t know yet but will definitely update when they find out. My brother and I are in close communication about this. I do have somewhere to stay when I get there, no job yet but that’ll be easy. I just wanted to answer some questions that I was getting a lot.
I was married when I was younger and we moved away, got divorced 2 years and a few months ago. I never thought I would have to explain and justify 23 years of abuse because one or two assholes on here wanted to call me a liar. Can’t imagine being that hateful to a stranger.
Thank you though to everyone else that is supportive though! I took a [picture](https://imgur.com/a/nPPVfW0) 🙂
Final update for this post: i have arrived in LA at 2:47pm. the air here is amazing. i feel completely renewed and i’ve been here for 10 minutes. it’s so beautiful. anyways, i’m gonna drop my stuff off and take a hike with my best friend. thanks for listening. until next time! | That takes some serious courage, good for you! Hope everything works out for you. You deserve the best, glad you’re making it happen! |
We shall see Just how popular he is in just about 60 days. | This is not a confession lmao |
I'm sick of posts that state that they are in a better place and now for the holidays they're going to buy someone a new whatever... Go to r/humblebrag. I come here for distugusting, repulsive, teeth-grinding confessions that we all crave.
Edit: Oh damn just slowed down at work, thanks for the awards. Glad a lot more people feel the same way. | Ah, the lifecycle of r/confessions. A steady flow of mild but, to a reasonable mind, forgivable offenses, then moderately off putting stuff posted by throwaways where the comment section is all judgy, then the humble brags which open a flood of other bigger brags (all upvoted the hell out of) and finally someone complaining about the purpose of this sub. We've come full circle. |
I was 22 at the time and tending bar.
There was this really hot married guy (about mid 30's) who would come in around 6pm every weekday. He always wore a suit and smelled amazing.
He never said anything except his drink order. He'd drink several shots of whatever the special was, leave a $10 tip then leave.
One Friday he came in. I noticed he wasn't wearing his wedding ring. He kept ordering beer which was strange.
He sat there until closing. I told him we were closing and offered to call him a cab.
He looked me in my eyes and said I'll pay you $500 if you show me your tits. I was surprised and said nothing. He told me how his wife had been cheating on him with his best friend for months and he hadn't seen tits in a while. That he thought about my boobs a lot and wondered what they looked like.
I joked that he could get a woman to have sex with him for that much.
He didn't laugh and told me he was serious. He just wanted to see my boobs and didn't want to do anything else. Then he slapped 5 hundred dollar bills on the bar. That's when I realized he was serious.
I took the money then I told him to meet me in the men's bathroom in 5 minutes.
I told the bouncer what was going on in case he tried to do more than see my boobs. He shrugged and said to yell hot pepper if things went wrong.
I went into the bathroom where he was waiting, leaned against the door then lifted my shirt and bra.
He stood there looking at my boobs for what seemed like forever. It was like 1 minute.
I asked him if he seen enough. He nodded then said they're better than I imagined. Thanks.
I fixed everything then left. He came out about 10 minutes later.
He never came back to the bar.
Until now I've never told another soul about it.
EDIT: this is a throwaway account. | fuck i want someone to pay me $500 to just look at my tits |
We were having serious issues and then she got sick with cancer. That came like a mack truck. She said a lot of the grief she gave me was because she knew she was sick and was ashamed of burdening me and leaving me as a widow dad of four kids under 13.
I took care of that woman like she was one of my boys. That experience took 10 years off my life. Her death was easy compared to the aftermath.
I was going through her computer and saw that she had a separate email account which was odd. That was on purpose. This bitch was planning on blindsiding with a divorce and was going back and forth with different lawyers about making me a weekend dad, throwing me out of my house and even seeing if I'd pay her legal bills. This went on a week before she saw the doctor.
This slag used me to take care of her in her final days because no one else would. I won't tell my kids...yet. | Some unsolicited advice - Before you tell them what an absolute cunt their mother was, remember that it is the only mother that they will ever have. And they can't help that. Now- I know what you are thinking - wait until they are old enough to 'understand.' Keep in mind that if you wait, that will give them enough time to raise their mother to sainthood status.
It is a shit sandwich. Someone has to eat it. You have to decide who that is. |
Four years ago I was diagnosed with lung cancer. No treatment till I got enough money. When I got it, I started getting in and out of hospital, chemo, CT scans and whatnot. I got sick of all that. I can't take it anymore.
Today is my lucky day. The doc told me my cancer is terminal. At most 2 months left to live.
I guess I don't have to spend any more money. I guess I won't be getting exhausted from treatments anymore. I guess I'll have to wait till I expire.
Funny thing is, I wasn't even a smoker.
Edit: Thank you everyone with your heartwarming comments and messages. I've read most of them. I'd like to let you know since I didn't reply to many. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. | I'm sorry you are going through that.
Do you have any bucket list items Reddit can help you with? |
She told me once that she gets really excited when she finds extra fries in the bottom of the bag (mainly McDonald's), as she feels like it's a hidden bonus.
Since we've been together, I always chuck a couple of my own in the bag when she isn't looking for her to find.
The excitement she gets from finding the fries warm my heart.
Edit:
Standard thank you for the awards.
But also to all the people who sent me very hateful and vitriolic personal messages, maybe someone would want to give you bottom of the bag fries if you were nicer to others? Like, I've received some messages wishing me death for "ruining Reddit". | There should be a wholesome confessions sub |
Throwaway for very obvious reasons
I suffer from Autism, social anxiety, PTSD, and severe anger issues. At school I’m usually mocked by other peers for being the “weird white kid” and called a school shooter a lot because i had a crazy big obsession with the Columbine shooting.
I was and still an 16 yo and live in a small country with strict firearm laws but have access to them. I was going through a really bad time in my life, I was struggling with my old best friend who helped me through my mental health but started to ghost me and use me for my money, my ex girlfriend at the time has just broken up with me and my social anxiety had turned me into a suicidal and angry mess. I was dumped the night before because my ex liked another guy and I was really really upset and angry because it was like the straw that broke the camels back. I was at school, this was on the 25th of August 2018 where I was super angry, these kids were picking on me and threatening to beat me up and laughing at me. I was in a really bad mood and ranting in this journal I carried around where I ranted about my anger when I suddenly got the overwhelming feeling of rage and suicidal thoughts, I started writing about an idea to shoot Up the school, I was writing quite a lot about it when I decided it would be a good idea to just do it. I walked out of class when my friend walked past me and I remember saying “dude, go home.” and he asked why and I just said “I’m just going to do something, I recommend you just get the fuck out of here”. I remember sending a message to my ex basically saying I was doing something and to just forget about me, she had known I’d had these thoughts for a long time (I’ve had thoughts of brining a firearm to school since I was 10). She started freaking out, calling me and trying to calm me down, I was about to walk out of school when all of a sudden I realised what I was going to do, I remember calling the mental health clinic where I live and asking for my psychologist to pick me up and I told them what had nearly happened.
It was a very very scary experience, something that still messes with me to this day. I’m in a happy relationship with someone else now, I cut that ex best friend out of my life and still talk to my ex today, we’re good friends. I’ve been a lot calmer lately after I started doing more therapy with my psychologist about my past, bullying and all other stuff going On that I didn’t talk to, I even temporarily moved to a school for people with mental health to calm down. I’ve told a few friends about this and I ended up telling my mum and my older brother.
Update: I didn’t make this post asking for praises, if I’m being honest I expected this post to be judged but please everyone understand that I made this post because my story should be out there, theres always another way. I got the help I needed, I seeked psychological help and from this the root of my issues was found, we’re still working towards fully fixing what has happened in my past and I’ve been really good recently, I’ve been less anxious, my anger has gone down dramatically and I haven’t had any serious thoughts since what happened that day. Please understand that no matter what, there’s always another way and you can get help | It's amazing that you had the presence of mind to stop yourself. I'm glad you're doing a bit better now, too. That had to be really scary for you. |
I feel so selfish but he left me here to face life alone, knowing he was the only person I felt safe with.
It's been 5 years.
Sometimes I daydream about him coming back and me just collapsing into his arms in a mess of tears and need to feel his warmth and be enveloped in his scent.
Sometimes I scream and cuss his name so loud I'm surprised my neighbors haven't called the cops. I think by now they know that my house is haunted. By my house, I mean my body. By haunted I mean I can't even stand my reflection because I see the empty space behind me that once held his silhouette. I see his face pressed against my cheek and a goofy smile with that chipped tooth I Ioved so much. I didn't kiss that face enough. It deserved all my kisses.
I know he was suffering and I'm so glad he isn't anymore. But now I'm suffering and I can't even make it stop because I know the pain it would cause and I refuse to let the cycle continue.
I love him so much and that love has nowhere to go anymore so it manifests as hate. I always hear the quote "hate is too strong of an emotion to waste on my enemies". I guess we keep it reserved for times like this. | I think you just saved my life. I've been thinking about committing suicide for quite a while and hearing you talk about your pain 5 years after his death I don't think I can put my fianceé through the same thing. Thank you.
EDIT: I talked to my fiancée about everything I’ve been feeling. She was extremely supportive and is going to help me find a therapist. It’s a small step but at least it’s one in the right direction. |
This happened a few years ago when I was 15/16. My younger brother (14/15 years of age) had been working away with my father and other older brother for a few months and had recently come home. The first week he came back I noticed he was lurking around in the bathroom one early evening. He tried to pretend he was finding toothpaste to brush his teeth. About 10 minutes later he came in my room and asked if I wanted to take a shower before he did. This was a common occurrence as we have a hot water system that is heated by gas, as well as a large family. So at night the hot water can run out pretty quickly. Usually, the boys in the family will let myself or mum go first in the shower to make sure we had enough hot water, as they usually only needed short showers.
Anyway, I said yes and got ready to get into the shower. I got myself undressed and started showering myself when I realised we had run out of soap. Adjacent to our shower is a small shelf where we keep soap, shampoo, conditioner and body wash etc, which is within arms reach of the shower. I go to grab a bar of soap which is wrapped in a packet when I realised that within the packet was a phone. The camera was recording and had been positioned to face where it could view me getting undressed as well as a little view of me showering. I stopped the video and replayed it and I saw my brother in the video placing and adjusting the camera so that it had the best view. It also picked up the audio of him asking me if I would like to shower before him.
I didn’t know what to do except to delete the video and place the phone where I had found it. I have never confronted him about it or told anyone about this.
Edit: I was a bit naive and hadn’t anticipated the amount of hate you guys were going to throw at my younger brother. I know what he did was immensely wrong, but don’t forget that we are real human beings. He doesn’t deserve the labels that have been plastered on him (such as child abuser) and the other insults thrown at him. He’s my brother and I would like people to remember that when they’re commenting. Saying hurtful things about him hurts me too.
To add to this I’m going to give a bit more background. My brother had recently at that time been expelled from school (due to drugs) and was thrown into full time work. He was a fly in fly out (FIFO) worker and if anyone knows anything about that, they know that many of these workers suffer from mental health issues such as depression. My brother was ostracised from his school mates, regularly in rural and remote towns working his arse off and away from his family. To add to this, my younger brother has always been a troubled soul and always has suffered from depression.
I’ve put this incident down to a lack of impulse control and teenage stupidity. He was alone and seperated from many healthy outlets for his urges. The result was this situation, which I’m sure is something my brother is highly embarrassed about and would like to forget.
To all those people who have said that I reacted oddly, hindsight is always 20/20. I was young and I think many people critising my actions have never been in a situation like this (and I hope they don’t ever have to experience this).
I’m just going to ask for people to be a little more thoughtful and place yourself and my shoes.
Thank you.
Edit 2: So this will be the last tidbit I’m going to add to this post. I just want to thank everyone who was concerned for my welfare and offering their advice. I appreciate the time you took out of your day and that you did it respectfully.
To those who are saying that I’m fucked up and that I’m sick in the head for the course of action I took, it’s easy for you to objectively look at my situation and judge harshly, especially if you’ve never been a victim of these circumstances. I just want to say that your attitude perpetuates the stigma that is often attached to sex crime victims and is one of the reasons why people don’t come forward about these things to other people. I haven’t taken these comments personally, but I want you to reflect on your own thoughts and subsequent actions because they have real life consequences.
To those who are fetishising this and are asking if I felt flattered/honoured that this happened to me, f*** you and go see a therapist. | “What are you doing, stepbro?” |
I work as a bartender in Paris.
Sometimes, american tourists will come into the bar, and will try their very best to order from me in a half-broken french. Which is fine really, I do enjoy it when people make the effort to try something like this which must be way out their comfort zone, and I do everything I can to help them go through with their order and will cheer them on untill they get it right.
But sometimes, I get the american tourists that feel like english is the only language that exists and no other place besides the USA is civilized. These people will then proceed to speak to me in a very broken, slow english as if I was a caveman of sort. When this does happen, I'll just look at them while they just wave and struggle, dissing me on the spot as if I can't understand anything. Once they're over, I then answer in a perfectly intelligible, but slow english, mimicking them and watch them realize they've just made a fat mistake assuming they should talk to me like I'm a fucking idiot.
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edit2: Just to clarify, because it seemed that I offended some people. I do not act as if every single American entering the bar should speak fluent french. Even just saying: « Hey man, sorry, do you speak english? » is fine by me. What I do not like (and makes me act that way sometimes) is when someone just comes to the bar and acts entitled and bitchy, treating me as if I’m some sort of uncivilized caveman that is unable to perform basic human interactions. I do enjoy speaking with Americans a vast majority of the time, as they’re usually pretty friendly and talkative. Just the other day I had an hour long conversation with a friendly guy about the NFL!
And if that still upsets you, remember: I’m just some random dude across the atlantic | I recently went to Paris and really mastered “Bonjour” because people would immediately start a conversation in French with me and then I felt the dumb deer in the headlights look on my face when I had to ask for English 😭 |
She’s pretty and all, but I don’t get why we consider her the queen. She’s not that amazing. Am I the only one??? | Thank you lol. So annoying how ppl talk about her like she’s a god |
A couple of years ago, when I was 24, while I was in Egypt I got into a cab home.
The driver was on the higher end of 40. I was looking at my phone when he swirled, taking a sharp left and then drove straight again. I thought there was a pothole or something so I ignored it. A minute later, same thing. Now I started paying attention. I looked at the road and apperently he was trying to hit the street cats. He swirled again and this time the car made a little jum, I heard a screaching noise and the cab driver started laughing.
I told him to stop for a minute, very calmly got out and looked back. Yes, there it was, a half squished dying cat.
I went back to the cab, this time to the drivers side. I didn't say a word. Just opened the door, pulled out the driver and proceeded to beat him like a maniac. He was all ready bleeding everywhere when finally some pedestrians pulled me of him. I managed to get a final kick out before I got dragged away.
Since I speak the language I was able to tell them what happened and they told me to get away fast before the police came.
To this day I don't regret what I did, but I never told anyone
Edit: by elderly I mean oldish... I thought that's the same thing. English is not my first language 😅 | Jolly well done. Plus Egyptians used to worship cats. Hope some ancient cat gods shove spears up his ass in the afterlife. |
When I was 15/16 I would watch my moms boss's kids while they were out until 1 or 2 am getting drunk. I took care of the kids until they went to sleep but after they were out, I'd get a small cup of chocolate flavored vodka from their pantry, as many fruit by the foot and gushers as I could hold and watch porn on their desktop computer until I was really wet and then I'd masturbate in their bed thinking about the dad. He was a really good looking, fit Italian 45 year old lawyer. Looking back I've always wondered if they had any cameras but they kept having me back so probably not. The best part was they would always get back drunk and empty their wallet to pay me, usually around $100.
***Edit: It has been 11 years since this happened. I no longer masturbate in people's beds, I just masturbate in my own home these days.
Also, the response to this is really crazy. And this is one of my tamer stories! Haha | Can't really call you a bad babysitter if you took good care of the kids before violating their household. You're a terrible house sitter though that's for sure |
THEY SAID YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I finally get to have my happy ending! It was a very emotional moment. But honestly Im so happy I get to have a real mom and dad. Thank you everyone who responded, it meant a lot! | I remember your post. I'm so happy for you! |
This is kind of embarrassing but I just love going to her place and being treated like a king. Her apartment is smaller than mine but it is much cozier. Every time I go over there I can count on snacks, drinks, and a home cooked meal. Most times I can count on a massage too. But by far my favorite place is her bedroom. Her room is very girly but it is so comfortable. Her sheets and pillows are really soft and I feel like melt into bed. This is pretty embarrassing but she also bought me some women’s pajamas for when I sleep over there. If you haven’t buy some. They are the most comfortable pieces of clothing I have ever worn. Now that it’s winter and a bit colder she told me to try a pair of her fuzzy socks and one of her fuzzy sweatshirts and I can say for certain it’s the most comfortable I’ve ever been. Also Uggs are amazing. I sometimes wear hers around the house just because I love how soft they feel on my feet.
Also in her room though she has an Xbox and Nintendo Switch. When I got sick last year she wanted to take care of me and so I spent the week at her place while she nursed me back to health. She let me bring my PS4 and she enjoyed watching and playing with me so much she bought a switch and Xbox so now we have all three consoles. I love watching her play. She’s not a very good player in most games because she’s really new to gaming, whereas I’ve been playing my entire life basically, but I like how she’s grown to enjoy something because of me!
It’s great for her too because she’s kind of a dominant type and has a protective instinct and when I’m at hers I just kind of let myself be at ease and let her dominate me and cuddle me. I used to hate cuddling but now I kind of like it. We have recently been discussing moving in together and we both agreed her place is the best option. I already spend most days there anyway. Many times I blow off a night out with my guy friends because I know instead of getting drunk and hungover I will get pampered and cuddled by my girlfriend. Just had confess this because I would never admit this in real life. Also J if you read this I love you and I appreciate being spoiled by you ❤️
Edit: Showed this to my girlfriend and she is flattered many of you think she’s wifey material and that I need to start thinking similarly lol. Thanks for all the kind responses everyone! | Bro you better marry this girl |
The only way he can maintain an erection and actually fuck is if I lay there stiff like a corpse. He said he likes to imagine that he is raping a dead corpse. | Nothing surprises me on here anymore |
So, last week I was in a really bad manic episode, so i couldn’t stop moving and talking and I was just all over the place. Over the weekend, I switched into a really bad depressive episode and it hit me hard. This week I have had such a hard time doing literally anything. Every day I had contemplated suicide.
Two days ago, no one talked to me voluntarily, which is hurtful to anyone but my fucked up mind thought that meant that no one cared about me. That night, I tried to break things off with my significant other because she shouldn’t have to deal with how much of a mess I am. I was supposed to go to my significant other’s parents’ house this weekend, but wasn’t feeling up for it so she went by herself. Yesterday, no one talked to me again. Around 9:30p or so, I drove to a cliff near by and sat there. I told myself that if no one reached out to me by midnight, then I’d drive off the cliff.
My significant other’s best friend, who I became friends with over time, messaged me at about 10p. I was scared that she was going to say how much she hated me for hurting my significant other or something like that, and I thought for sure it would’ve sent me over the edge (literally).
Instead, she sent me a message that said, “Hey, your SO said that you’re going through a rough time right now. I don’t know a whole lot about Bipolar, but she said that you’re in a depressive state. If you ever need me, feel free to call or text me. I’ll be there as soon as I can if you need someone to come up to you.”
She saved my life. I came home and got into some sweatpants and laid in bed.
She saved my life, and has no idea she did so.
Edit: Thank you all so much for your overwhelming kindness. I ended up falling back asleep and woke up to so many people trying to help. You guys are incredible
Edit 2: My first silver and gold but honestly I don’t think this post deserved it, they should’ve been used on someone else’s post in my opinion
Edit 3: I just want to say that if anyone out there needs someone to talk to, my message box will always be open. Last night would’ve been my fourth attempt. I haven’t done anything serious in so long because of my wonderful pup (here’s some photos of her, she’s my baby: [Hazel, my pup](https://imgur.com/gallery/mo0CcVP)). If you need someone to talk to that understands all this and helps other people for a living, message me.
Edit 4: You guys have all made my day a little better. The fact that over 100 people have messaged me either in the comments or via PM telling me that they’re glad I didn’t follow through last night means so much. You’re all amazing, compassionate, kind-hearted angels and I appreciate you so much. | My son went through the same last weekend, though he was heading to the train tracks. Luckily I had a strange feeling that he was doing badly and messaged him just in time. We went straight to pick him up and brought him to ours. Turned out the doctor had changed his meds the week before and they weren't working properly. It always scares me how quickly he can go from feeling fine to feeling massively depressed.
Hugs to you, hope you're doing better. |
Both my parents are Chinese immigrants who never got their English pronunciations fully down, so Alexa almost never responds when the try to say "Alex", "Alessa", "Aexsa", etc.
So if I hear my dad trying to get Alexa to turn on the lights or play music, I'll tell our other Echo device to do it. For some reason it makes me happy to just see them enjoy using Alexa instead of going over and trying to correct them. | That's really sweet of you to do!! You might be able to change the name it goes by to something easier to pronounce for them, but IDK how. |
My job is incredibly slow and boring. Most of the day I watch Netflix and fuck off on the computer. Sometimes I get really tired, close my office door and take a nap. Sometimes I close the door and I jack off because I am horny.
I gave my boss my notice because I am so sick of my job and I want to do something more meaningful with my time. She offered me more money to stay because I am "so good at what I do". I find it pretty ironic given exactly what I do all day haha.
I feel no remorse. | Find any online job and do it while at work. Win win.
Start any freelancing career to do while at work. Win win.
Write a book while at work. Win win.
Or keep rubbing it. |
I did the dead, and (almost) sucked my own dick (just the tip). I bent my back over my bed and I jizzed in my own mouth. It tasted weird and warm, it’s about what you’d expect, but stickier.
The worst part of this whole thing is that I swallowed, and that I would probably try it again.
I hate myself right now.
Edit: More context, I am a *very* gay man. But as I’ve been told, a lot of strait guys do it too apparently. Hmm. | a chef always tastes his food |
I had these loud neighbors what would attempt baby making nearly every night around 2 AM like clockwork. Even the guy was loud and grunting a lot. I could've coped by wearing ear plugs, but my poor cat (who sleeps next to me) would freak out, zoom out into the living room and hide in random spots. This was going to be an awkward situation to bring up to them, so this was the best way to address it. ☺️ | My sister had this problem with her neighbours.
She told me they would have super loud sex tones of times a day.
I didn't believe here tbf I thought she was being over sensitive until I stayed over for the weekend.
I kid you not, it must have been once an hour all day and night. It was insane. Like full blown ground shaking porno style screaming.
The worst part is it was a big detached house. My sister rented the bottom floor and the hornies rented the top.
My sister did confront them. They literally didn't care. They're weren't exactly rude, but they defended their right to have sex.
My sister had to sound record it and sent it to the landlords, the neighbor's didn't get the renewal.
The part that got me was, they had a two year old. Poor thing woke up crying from the noise a couple of times. They just didn't seem to care that it affected anyone else including their own child. |
So I’m American and chose to go to college overseas. We have no connections overseas, no family abroad, I just decided I wanted to go and went. First it was this whole big thing and my parents cut me off and didn’t support my decision but then I started doing really well overseas. I was doing great in my classes, I got a great job, an amazing boyfriend, etc. So, now I have become the golden child of the family that paved my way in the world and did what nobody thought I could and succeeded and all this whatever.
Wellll at my university there was a requirement that in addition to finishing all your coursework, you had to become proficient in a second language in order to graduate. The university offered language classes weren’t set up well and were only offered at 8am every day which sometimes conflicted with mandatory other courses. So, I kind of just forgot about it until I get a call from my mother that she booked flights for the whole family to come overseas to my graduation because she got an email from the school with the dates and an invite. At this point I thought oh my god the language requirement. And I realized that my whole family of 5 is going to spend thousands of dollars to fly overseas just to find out that I haven’t met the language requirement and can’t graduate.
Naturally, there’s no way I was going to let that happen. I started frantically trying to learn a language and realized there’s literally no way for me to learn a whole language in one semester. So I went to the head of the school and gave her this whole load of bullshit about how my (non existent) language tutor thought I should take the language exam at the end of the summer after the graduation because I have test anxiety and all this. Miraculously they bought it after I gave them my “tutor’s” (boyfriend’s) phone number to work out the details.
They ended up letting me walk in graduation on the condition that I took the test at the end of the summer. My whole family came, my boyfriend’s family came, I got gifts, and honestly I felt so terrible and also paranoid somehow they would find out. But, they didn’t. I pulled it off.
I ended up taking the test at the end of the summer and failing. To this day my parents think I graduated but I actually never did... UNTIL TODAY!!! I got a letter that the school dropped the policy and I will get my diploma in the mail in a month. WHAT? Somehow this whole thing worked to my advantage. | Fucking awesome! Learning a WHOLE new language while there aren't enough classes to fit around busy schedules... While doing full time classes... Ridiculous it's why they changed the requirements! Good for you. |
Then I waited for her to fill her bowl...and then I smiled inside. | This is some of the most hilarious petty revenge I've ever heard of. |
I am 34 years old from the UK. During the pandemic lockdowns, I started getting headaches which my doctor said was stress. I eventually collapsed and ended up in hospital where they diagnosed me with Glioblastoma. It has spread to my spinal cord and bones and I've been given 4 months if I went ahead with chemotherapy but I've refused. I have been given 6 weeks to live. I'm in my local hospice and I see other patients with family and friends. I have no family and no real friends who have stuck around. I am on my own and I am so scared to pass with no-one by me. I feel selfish too. I am rambling. I'm sorry | Where abouts in the UK are you? I'm asking because if you're near to me I would come visit you and if you need me to be there at the end I would. I've seen countless people die alone and sometimes a family can be there 24/7 for that person and then they can just go when you're on a bathroom break. Let me try to reassure you, your end of life care you will know very little as the hospices make sure you're not in any discomfort or pain and will make sure you are not left alone if you have no one there. I have sat at countless bedsides holding the hand of dying patients and they haven't even known I was there. We still however know it's important for you to know your life mattered.As I'm sure your family or friends would if you informed them. |
This morning my stomach was a little unsettled. Boyfriend was in the shower, and I was going down to the basement to grab his work clothes from the dryer. I got to the main floor and felt the urge to fart. I ended up having diarrhea all down my leg and onto the hallway floor. I really quickly wiped my legs down, cleaned up the floor, figured I’d shower once he left, and grabbed my boyfriends clothes to bring up to him.
He gets dressed and we walk downstairs so he can leave. He walks down the hall to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen, stops and says “what’s that?”
I look over and there’s a brown blob of shit on the floor. It must have dropped down my leg when I went to clean up. My sister lives with me, so I said maybe she was eating something and spilled it. He grabs a paper towel and unknowingly wiped it up off the floor for me. He looked at it and said “gross. I wonder what she ate”.. Bless his heart.
Edit: my highest upvoted post on any of my accounts is about shitting myself. I’ve hit a new low in life
Also, I love reading all of your other stories. Please keep sharing them with me! | I feel like an asshole for laughing, but that was funny. How did he not know it was shit? Did it not smell? |
I was on the toilet at work this morning, and someone in the stall next to me decided to answer their phone and start chatting. I intentionally stopped shitting early so I could flush the toilet while they were on the phone and alert whoever was on the call where they were.
Surprise, dumbass. | Careful everyone. It's the toilet police... |
I apologize for the lengthy entry.
I used to work at a suicide hotline. I didn't talk about my job at family reunions, and for some reason, I was always so secretive about it. I felt like every person- every single one- ringing through the call center was a close friend of mine. I understood where they were coming from and I was very emotional over everything when I was talking to a caller.
I was told before my interview exactly how serious this job was. There would be children, really, really young kids on the verge of giving up. There would be kids who feel like death is the only way out because they're poor, or not accepted in their family, or gay, or trans, or being bullied relentlessly.
There would be older men who were veterans and couldn't get over flashbacks, some without any family or money or home. There would be younger men and women, around my age and occasionally under 20, who had been in wars and couldn't take the weight of the things they'd done. They usually had adoring families, children that barely knew their parents, or siblings who wanted to be just like them.
Some of them gave me numbers to pass messages to. That *broke* me.
"Call this number, tell my wife and kids that I love them more than anything."
That call I remembered in specific. It hit me more than anything ever had. I was trying to keep my composure on my side of the phone. I ended up saving him, but that one stuck with me.
The day after, I lost my first caller. It was so early in my career, but I did everything I could within my power and knowledge.
There was a girl that called, she just sounded tired. Unbelievably tired, as if her soul had nothing left in it, she was just drained. I remember that her name was Amber. She told me that she had made a decision and that I had no reason to try and help her. She was going to die and she just needed someone to be there for her.
As Amber went on, I stalled as long as I could. Family? None. Therapy? Never helped. I went through the motions and heard Amber from the other side of the phone tell me to stop. She had given up and I guess I caved in. I told her that I would really miss her and I was there if she would please, *please* change her mind. No such luck. I remember my exact words after.
"I'm here, Amber, I'm here. I care about you and I'm sorry it's gotten to this point. I'll think about you every day and I'll remember you, I promise. I love you and I'll miss you."
There was no reply from the other side of the phone, just a few seconds of silence, and then a bang so loud that I dropped the phone onto the desk.
I took the rest of the week off.
I stayed home sick and cried more than I care to admit. I wrote "Amber, 03-05-13" on a little sticky note and put it on my wall. I wasn't ready for this job and I knew it, but I sucked it up because I wanted to be the hero I thought I was.
After 3 years of working at the hotline, I quit. I was starting to go back into that toxic mindset. I had lost so many people, every one of them that I knew about had a name and date on my wall. I kept thinking about it.
If I wasn't the hero, if I couldn't save everyone, what was I? What was I even there for? Why did I exist on an earth where I let down so many people?
I was having graphic thoughts of my own death, then. Really violent dreams. That's when I quit. The only reason that I'm here is to write about my experiences as a hotline worker, maybe some other stories on the side.
That's all. | You were a hero. You weren't in the wrong place, you were exactly where people needed you, and all those who called you benefitted from having met you, even if their mind was set on a decision you couldn't do anything about.
It is OK that you quit. I don't think that that's a job that anyone could do for a long time. It's incredible that for some time you did it, that's all. |
It was freshman year biology in college and I had a lab partner who was a total dick. He was just a jerk to me, always talked about how much pussy he got, how hes gonna be a doctor and how much he hated “fags”. So towards the end of the semester he called me a bitch for not having a gf. I had his number on my phone and I got an idea. I made an ad on Craigslist under the “women seeking men” section using his phone number and a picture of some random girl I found online.
The ad said, “Help! My boyfriend just broke up with me! He had a huge dick so I’m looking for someone to fill me up.”
The next day in class, Dr. Chode came in all pissed off. I asked him what was up and he told me everything. That some asshole put his number on Craigslist and he got about 80 dick pics, a ton of texts, and someone kept calling his phone from a private number and just breathing. The best one was a text with a dick pic of a huge penis with the caption “Will this fill you up?” | Thank you, that made my day. |
I only use snapchat to talk to my much younger little siblings.
I was spiraling, angry, and getting ready to attempt suicide when my phone buzzed.
My little brother (13) had sent me a snap, asking me to play my favorite snap game - the one where you guess the movie from the picture (I just really love movies).
I ended up playing the snap game with him until I fell asleep. | Aww that's really sweet. The littlest things can stop you from doing that. I was about to and my dog came and rested her wee head in my lap and looked up at me like what are you doing? And it stopped me. I'm glad you didn't go through with it, stay strong |
I'm just fed up at this point. I've tried to be understanding and kind with what she's going through but the fact is our sex life sucks. We barely have sex and when we do it's just her going through the motions like it's a chore. She clearly doesn't want sex with me anymore so fine. I should be allowed to pursue it elsewhere then. She can fuck anyone she wants too as well obviously because she certainly isn't interested in doing it with me.
We've talked the issue to death at this point and like I said I have tried to be understanding but honestly I just can't do this anymore. I don't even really want to fuck other women. I want my wife who enjoys having sex with me back. I want this to be a wakeup call and maybe make her jealous or better yet get a real answer as to what's actually bothering her. | Welp good luck in the divorce mate |
They’re so annoying, only posting stuff about their baby like it’s the only thing going on in their life. It gets worse after the baby is born because they end up posting like 50 pictures of their kid doing shit kids normally do. Usually it’s a friend’s girlfriend or wife. I know it’s a nit picky thing to do, but I hate babies anyway. | Ever since i read about paedo hunting and grooming kids, i stopped posting my kid's pic on social medias. I still occasionally post my kid's pic, but usually either from very far away that it's hard to see the details on them or close up some part of their body (e.g, only showing their hand on top of their artwork or something).
Internet is a scary place. |
A few years ago I was very Ill and in hospital but my school wouldn't give me any exemptions regarding schoolwork. I was hanging on a very loose thread and if I was to fail any classes that term the school said I would be held back a year.
My sister knew that this would absolutely devestate me so because I could hardly lift my head and I was attached to countless drips at the time she took it upon herself to write and submit the assignment for me.
About a month later my teacher excitedly showed me that she had submitted "my" piece to a magazine because of how well it was written and they had chosen to publish it - my name and picture was under the article.
They mentioned it at my graduation, they gave me a medal for the subject and they even put an additional copy of the article in the schools magazine and my sister just played along the whole time and still does whenever someone brings it up.
She is an absolute legend and I can never thank her enough for saving my ass. | Fucking school systems
They would rather you die than not submit an assignment |
That’s right, folks. A fictional character who can’t even breathe the air here on Earth.
Jake Sully, popular blue alien cat daddy, has burnt my already super shitty marriage completely to the ground, and at this point I couldn’t possibly care less.
My husband’s been a controlling jerk about things before, but he has really escalated and this whole situation feels like something that we should be talking about with Dr. Phil.
I’ll start by saying that I LOVE the avatar movies, which my husband does not like. I don’t bother him about them.. I have certain friends who are also super interested in the movies and I’m able to connect with them about it.
My husband has a history of being very aggressive when he’s angry, but he has never physically attacked me before up until TODAY, when he burst into the room where I was sleeping, SCREECHING, threatening me and pushing me down and into the wall.
Why? Because he looked through my phone and saw that I had read fan fiction smut about my favorite character, Jake Sully. It was tumblr, so definitely some good content. He erupted in a maniacal rage. My husband truly genuinely believes that somehow, I have cheated on him with Jake Sully the Na’vi, who is not a real person. I was add that my husband has viewed porn before but is truly not into that type of thing and he thinks I’m a legitimate freak of nature for looking at the things I was reading. I disagree. Shoot, I thought the stories were tasteful and true to the lore.
Anyways, picture this. You walk outside with your morning coffee to enjoy the paper. You hear faint, unhinged yelling before your neighbor emerges from his house screaming at the top of his lungs that his wife has cheated on him with Jake Sully. “YOU THREW YOUR FAMILY AWAY FOR A F****** ALIEN.” You head inside on that note, because you’re my 72 year old neighbor, Delores. God, Delores, I am so sorry.
My husband has also disconnected our wifi and cancelled our Disney plus subscription in an attempt to restrict my ability to watch the Avatar movies. I have a history of suicide attempts and he told me “if you *** yourself, you can meet jake sully!”.... He has told his entire family and everyone we know that I am sexually obsessed with a fictional character and that I need serious help.
Jake Sully, if you are real, this is probably a good time to come scoop me up on Bob. (Just throwing that out there).
Edit: Well guys, I was scrolling through my tumblr when one of the Jake Sully smut pages I’ve followed shared MY ACTUAL REDDIT POST... this post. Ha ha *ha ha*
I just wanted to thank everyone for their concern about my safety. My husband left, I am safe, life is falling into place.
You guys are the best, and I’m definitely going to check out that Ice Planet book that everyone keeps mentioning. | I thought she was talking about the blue thing from Monsters Inc. For a big part of the post. |
My wife’s mother has been staying with us to help with kids during the coronavirus. Yesterday I was on the floor in the den playing with the kids and kept getting this waft of soured smell. My mother in-law was sitting about 3 feet behind me on the couch. I initially thought it was feet or something. I asked if anyone else smelled it and everyone said no. I kept smelling it and was finally like “ y’all don’t smell that?? It reaks”. My mother in law turned bright red and said she would go take a shower.
It was so awkward. Today we’ve just acted like nothing happened. My wife and I talked about it last night and agree it was super awkward. | Healthy lady bits don't stank through multiple layers of clothes, waft 3 feet and aromatize entire rooms. She should get that checked out. |
I AM SOOO HAPPY!!!
YALLLL!!! Okay so the covid-19 virus had me fucked up for like two weeks bc my job fired me immediately so I had to look for a job everywhere. I finally got a job and as soon as they hired me a $2 raise came into effect for all employees!!! So that’s awesome right? But THEN MY OTHER JOB I WAS FIRED FROM CALLED ME BACK AND ASKED ME TO WORK OVERNIGHT FULL TIME!!! So now I got 2 FULL TIME JOBS. And during this whole virus shit I know people are losing Jobs but I’m so sorry IM GETTING PAID LIKE I LITERALLY SCREAMED. AND I’m moving out of my abusive bf’s place LIKE I FEEL SO FREE THIS IS THE BEST! A new life!!! ALSO I GOT ALL A’s IN MY CLASSES LIKE CAN MY LIFE GET ANY BETTER!!! I’m so fucking happy!!!!
Anyways yeah that’s it. I hope everyone is surviving out here!!! | Nice! Just make sure you're getting enough rest, two jobs can really wear you out. Good luck! |
I don't know why she felt the need to do it, but it's stuck with me through everything.
So my entire class had been making paper airplanes and terrorizing the teacher. She was fed up with it. She didn't want to see another paper airplane, but that didn't stop the class from making them. Now this was a small class (about 6-7 kiddos) and they all knew how to make paper airplanes. All of them, except me. Now, I was visibly distraught one day because they had all been making airplanes to fly outside at recess and I didn't know how to ask them to teach me.
My teacher must have noticed I was distraught and asked me to stay back during recess, which wasn't new - I was the trouble student, smarter than I should have been and never did my homework like I should have.
But instead of keeping me back for unfinished homework she sat me down and taught me how to make a paper airplane....
This is my confession:
My teacher was amazing. Full stop. | Those are the strange moments we cherish. |
Title says most. I'm pretty mousey and quiet and undemanding so I quite often get forgotten about. Kind of a revenge fantasy where the revenge is making others feel guilty and thus getting more recognition and love. So teenage girl cringy and melodramatic.
Edit: I would absolutely never invite or allow something to happen to me just for attention. It's a daydream confession. Chill, people. | I was almost killed in a car accident and everyone and their uncle came to the hospital, sobbing for me. Trust me - once I recovered, I went back to meaning nothing to those people. I see these people at funerals and they don't say a word to me. It's short lived. |
To the mother of the one month old I embalmed.
You will never know who I am. You will never know my name, my face, my voice. But I just wanted you to know that I loved your baby. The moment she was in my care, all I could see was my daughter. I feel guilty that my daughter is alive and you will live the rest of your life without yours. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.
I visited her every day we had her until her funeral. I swaddled her, sang to her, rocked her, put baby lotion on her so she doesn’t smell like chemicals, and gave her one of my daughter’s hats.
I wish I could give you a hug. I wish I could hold you while you cry and be a rock for you.
Taking care of your baby was a privilege and an honor. Your daughter is the reason I do this job. I hope she looks, feels, and smells the way she should. I hope I am able to give you some sense of closure. I hope you can feel how much I loved your daughter in the few days I had her. I hope you can feel how much I love you, mother to mother. | It's been a long time since something impacted me so profoundly. I often feel that humanity is messed up, but when I read something like this and know human beings like you are out in the world....? I feel a sense of assurance that maybe we'll all get through it. |
For context, I’m a grown ass man with a job, family and home of my own.
Today I was able to get off work early and happened to be near my parents place, so I popped by unannounced.
Everything was pretty much in the same place as it was years ago when us kids moved out.
My mom smiled, dropped her stuff (works from home), went to the kitchen and handed me the pint and a spoon. Dad stuffs my bag full of coffee and snacks for my home.
While they go back to their thing, I turn the TV on and mindlessly watch cartoons while wolfing down my ice cream.
Best feeling of relaxation I’ve had in a long time. Thank you for reading. | I don't know why I got choked up reading this. Made me miss my parents, I guess, and the sense of home whenever they were around. Sounds like a lovely day and I'm glad you had that long lost feeling of being perfectly relaxed. |
Title says it all. I recently saw she kept liking and retweeting sexual abuse threads on twitter and finally saw one where it asked about your own experience and I saw her entire story and screenshotted it, when i confronted her about it she lied and said it wasn’t her which i quickly disproved and now with all the spotlight on her she confessed in front of me and my dad. We were livid my mom (who my dad divorced several years ago) has gone so far as to even tried to defend it saying they were young and didn’t know but now here I am a hour after the confrontation of me and my dad who I told to stay in the car as I knocked on his door pulled him out and we exchanged blows. I put him on a pedestal when i was younger thinking he was a special and kind person, but now I know everything and I made sure to tell everyone in the family to keep away from him and i couldn’t care less.
Update since I just woke up: Ok so this is just context to answer some questions i’ve seen in the comments. 1) I didn’t beat my brother badly if anything it was just a scuffle that ended after a hook to the cheek and he fell, after that I got in my car and left. 2) Some asked how I trusted my sister and to be honest I didn’t know at first truly, but when I got to my brothers house and finally told him what we were there for he immediately attempted to close the door and to be honest that was all the truth I needed. 3) Truth be told I feel terrible to my sister, I haven’t reached out to her, but I can only imagine the pain and embarrassment i’ve put her through and I can only hope I can take the right steps to help her. That’s it for now, thank you for the response and (mostly) kind words. | I'm not one to condone violence but fuck I bet that felt good. |
To be clear, we never said "ONLY Black Lives Mattered".
In truth, we know that All Lives Matter. We've supported your lives thru history and now we need your help with Black Lives Matter because Black Lives are in danger.
Edit: I've been offline since I posted and have now only taken a quick glance on some relevant comments and the gist is this... Black Lives Matter is a social outcry against inJustice levied against the powerless, whether you're black, white, Asian, your ethnicity should not define your worth.
Black Lives Matter does not take away the rights of anyone, it's simply asking that everyone is treated with the same sense of respect and humanity and equal opportunity regardless of the colour of your skin.
To those who insist this is not a confession, it's what's on my mind and my heart so I write about it. | I think this content could be applied better in a more relevant sub than “confessions”.
Like, true, I agree with you but there was no confession |
Even if it doesn’t quite deserve an upvote. I guess I just like to be nice to people 😅
Edit: Holy crap, this really blew up! Thank you all! My first gold! Thank you stranger | I like you. You’re my kinda Redditor. 🤗 |
My mother passed away in May 5 years ago and my dad passed away a couple months after her.
I keep paying her cell bill just so I can call her phone and hear her voice. I miss them both so much and I get so fucking depressed every July because her birthday is on the 24th and my father died on July 27th.
My mother and i had a horrible relationship but i always loved her no matter what.
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Thank you kind human for the silver, not necessary but much appreciated. | I’m sorry... can’t even imagine |
Im about to get lots of hate but I don’t care hence why I’m posting MY opinion. I just find it completely disrespectful to our community. I know the person who invented that stupid word isn’t even Hispanic. Wanna know how I know? Because in Spanish, ALL of our prounouns are gendered either masculine or feminine. Get over it. As a Cuban and Mexican woman, I’ll always show my pride of my culture by referring to myself as Latina. The word Latinx isn’t inclusive at all…it’s just a word to make certain people feel better. | I live in a heavily Latino/a area and my professor for the rhetoric class used Latinx and the students got MAD. |
*I’m married and am aware that I’m a relatively attractive guy. This goes to show how little men, especially older men, are complimented and how effective it can truly be. | Just goes to show how lovely it is to get a random compliment. Pass it on if you can! |
Nothing soothes my soul more than smoking a bowl and then staring at leopard geckos and parakeets. Honestly I do this with grocery stores too but I especially love pet stores | I think I found a new hobby! |
This happened 5 years ago and I still feel a little guilty for it. I'd seen a post somewhere where someone wrote that one day, your parents put you down and never pick you back up again. I started thinking about it and couldn't remember when my mom or dad last carried me so I decided to try to get one of them to carry me again.
The night it happened, we had gone to Busch Gardens in Williamsburg and on the way home it was dark. I could hear my mom and dad talking in the front and my dad looked into the back seat and said, "Hey buddy, you awake?"
Instead of answering I just rested my head against the window and I heard him tell my mom, "I think he's sawing logs back there" That's what dad always says when someone's sleeping.
When we got home he tried to "wake me up" but I wouldn't budge so he opened my door and unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to get me to stand up. He ended up helping me out of the car and when I was standing I leaned against him and held my arms up. So he grabbed me by the waist and kinda flung me over his shoulder like a bag of mulch and carried me inside. Before he put me down he gave me a hug and I felt so loved.
I feel guilty because I was way too old for it but I wanted to have that memory. As it turns out it wasn't the last time he carried me. The last time it happened I was wide awake. We were rough housing before bedtime and he pressed me over his head a bunch of times in a row. Then he put me in a fireman's carry ran down the hall to my room and tossed me on my bed.
Sorry if this isn't much of a confession, I've been thinking about it a lot lately and feeling a little guilty for tricking him like that.
**Edit:** Thank you for all the nice replies and awards. I wish I could have responded sooner but I had to go to work. I showed my mom and dad this post. My mom teared up and has been checking the replies all day (hi mom) and my dad gave me a hug. | One of the purest things I’ve read. You shouldn’t feel guilty, I bet your father would be so happy if he knew. |
I know it’s triggering and self-destructive, but I only feel worth living when I’m useful to other people, and I don’t care about myself anyway, so I just read through everything and give people advice I can’t even be bothered to follow myself in the hopes it’ll help them and they’ll go on and live even if I might not. I like helping people. They deserve it. | That's so sweet of u but also concerning I hope u know u have meaning on this giant rock and someone is there for u and cares deeply about u!!! |
Okay so back in 2016 I taught in a private religious high school in my community. I was 21, and was finishing my BS, and my old principal called me and asked me to teach HS biology because I graduated at the top of my class in 2013.
This was my second year of teaching. I taught 2 large classes, one small class of 10 girls, and the principal asked if I can also teach a class of about 15 girls in Earth Science.
I was prepping for my Bio classes every day, and was more focused on that, and the Earth Science class students only needed course credit to be able to graduate (just to pass, no NYS regents, no formal notice, just simply pass the class)
They were all really good kids, the first week I taught the class properly, but after a week, our classroom was moved to a private floor that none of the principals ever visited.
Being that they just simply needed to pass the class, I gave them a sheet on erosion, and... never taught. The kids came to class, we had creative discussions, we chatted about life, we watched videos or played games, mostly just chilled for 40 minutes, and that was that.
There was even one day where I got permission to take them on a walk “to show them erosion in real life” and I just took them out for pizza.
They weren’t the most bright kids, and they were already weighed down with so much schoolwork and I didn’t want to make it worse for them in a class that they just needed course credit for.
I’d help them with their other class work, and teach them study tricks, and then at the end of each semester I would pass around a paper and they would choose whichever grade they wanted me to hand in for their report card (they always chose a grade slightly above what was “usual” for them, so nothing looked amiss) and this went on for a full year.
I’m still in touch with some of the students, they were all really grateful to have 40 minutes a day just to breathe and get advice and not work, and none of the staff members of the school know that they passed a class they never took.
Edit: wow!! This is my first post that blew up, thanks for the support! Just to clarify, I’m a female 25 year old :) and these kids all made it in life. They’re all either in college, or already have strong jobs. They just needed a break for a bit. They needed someone who had gone through that same system to help them out, and that’s all I did.
Yes, maybe I could have taught them Earth Science, but I’m happy that instead I helped them with their other classes, I’m happy that I was there to give them advice, and I’m happy that for 40 minutes a day, they were able to breathe.
Edit 2.0: okay so since this blew up I’m gonna add something here that idk if it’ll be as “positively” taken as my OP, but one of these students came to me on the day of the “midterm” and told me “I got high last night and... it’s still on me”. I didn’t understand her, she explained that she was still high. If I would have gone to any upper management, she would have been expelled immediately, and she would have also been kicked out of her house (I knew of her family situation at this point) so I told her to write her name on a paper, write whatever came to mind, (for the midterm) and go home. She did. I never told any principals or any other teachers, I just helped her through it, with the techniques I had, and the connections to others I had.
I’m proud to say that now she’s clean, I got her a job at my financial firm ~2 years ago, and she’s one of the top reps on her team now. I don’t regret that either 😉 | I had an English teacher that always stood out to me. We still did some class work, but it was English 12 honors. Our first day of class he tells us “if you are in English 12 honors, you obviously can read and write.” So he taught us how to file our taxes, how to play simple major chords on guitar, a very very very detailed class on how to change your oil then another on changing a tire, how to budget properly, a long winded lecture begging us to start a retirement fund as soon as we graduate, The Great Gatsby, and a lot more. He was so genuine that no one in the class even bothered to question it, as he was a naturally skilled teacher. I learned a lot in that class. He also would sarcastically tell us to “shut the fuck up” if we spoke over him or each other. |
Due to the crazy work work work culture of our world, and my wife and I being forced to work opposite shifts, we would see each other maybe 1 day a week for maybe 6 months of the year. And then not get to spend any time together at all for the remaining 6 months, basically kiss goodnight/good morning as we pass by each other. My wife doesn't have any paid time off which makes vacationing impossible.
We just got married last year and hardly spent any time together.
We are honestly the happiest we've been in a while due to the time we get to spend together now. I cook nice dinners for us everyday like I used to when we worked the same shift. We have more sex of course, and we laugh so much together.
I'm on salary and considered essential so I was still working until this week, but I opted to stop working and go on EI for the first time in my life since my wife was already off work for a week. It sucks that it took a damn pandemic for us to be able to get some time together, but man oh man am I happy this virus came around. | I've been wondering if some people will be getting divorced when this is over because for some working away from home has been a buffer till now. |
Keep your kids' and your weak ass immune systems at home. With all the spare time you have from staying in the house, utilize that time to educate yourself on how to vet the credibility of sources. Google Scholar, .gov sites and .edu sites. If you find yourself disagreeing with peer reviewed articles from the likes of the smartest people from Stanford, Oxford, Harvard... go back to educating yourself on how to vet credibility. Rinse and repeat. You are not smarter than actual ass scientists and actual ass PhDs and actual ass medical doctors. | Lest we forget, yes, antivaxers were a thing before anti-mask people. |
I’ve never had anyone I could count on.
My ex left me and it was devastating. He texted me on Sunday to tell me how I kind and loving I was, how he took me completely for granted. He told me not to change, that he needed to change. That he missed me. It gave me hope. I haven’t seen him in two months and I’ve missed him everyday.
Today I found out he has a girlfriend and that I had misinterpreted everything. It broke me. I left work early and thought about driving my car off the road.
Instead, I drove to shelter and picked up the sweetest black kitten, Beau. I’m going to give this guy all the love I have and the best life possible. It’s only been a few hours, but I love him to pieces. He’s snuggled up in my lap right now. I’m going to keep living for him. He is my reason for all of this. Thank you Beau. You and me forever, unconditionally. | Animals can do that for you. Without my cat and dog-I wouldn’t be here. Just know that it gets better. Never make permanent decision based on temporary feelings. Animals can read you and will always be there. I still struggle, life is hard. Much love! |
I’ve always heard babies will smile at attractive people because their face has symmetry and it’s something that infants like. Every time I make my niece smile it’s a confidence booster for me and she doesn’t even know how much it means. | Babies smile at people who smile at them, I do it to babies in public all the time.
People are attractive when they're happy, I bet she lights up when she sees you and that in turn makes you glow! |
10+ years of major depression and that just came out of nowhere, it almost made me cry happy tears | Love you too ya little shit. |
While they are clearly struggling to move around and seem unhappy. | Reminds me of the ted x talk about it. The woman is clearly out of breath from simply standing but she wants people to stop saying there is something wrong with being massively overweight. |
Our relationship was very sarcastic and jokey, so I responded with a “noo” and shaking my head. He laughed, but that was the last real life conversation we ever had. My “noo” still plays in my head daily, I just want to say I love you to him. | Sometimes people beat themselves up wondering if there were signs they should have seen.
But you're not a psychic bro. You can't blame yourself for not seeing what was going on in his head. I'm sure he knew how you felt. He just wanted to say it to you one last time. |
I wanted nothing more than to go ahead and cut myself a few times after today but I didn’t and it’s a small victory but it’s mine.
Edit: thanks to all the support guys I’m at a loss for words.
As for the people calling me a fake, this is genuine, I am a male, my post history has one post that I made on behalf of an ex in need of advice who doesn’t use reddit.
Edit 2: This is a genuine post, I apologize for my one post that is causing everyone to doubt if this is real. This is my last edit and thank you all again I didn’t expect this support at all. | I'm so fucking proud of you op |
Oh and I find my sister sexually attractive*
(*Not actually true, but sometimes I'm told my confessions aren't explosive enough.) | Thanks Dude... Made me laugh, and now every time I hear about Steve Jobs, I’ll think of your confession, and Scooby Doo. |
I once advertised for an orgy/ gangbang on Craigslist, come one come all to a park area that was way out of the way for people to get to. Setup for 10pm at night. All up, about 50 guys showed up for the free for all gangbang orgy, didn't find a woman at all and the chaos was amazing as they showed up in groups for the festivities and walked around in circles trying to figure out what was happening. All of them were there for the same thing, dicks out ready to go but not wanting to ask each other what was happening.
It was evil, 10/10 would do it again. | It was their decision to make it a fake gangbang. They could easily have had one. |
I work at a job with 10 hour shifts. It’s been great for weekends, but I realized a few months into the job how tired I would be after work to work out. Soon enough, I weighed more than ever before my life. Granted not overweight by any means, but I thought about it a lot more than before.
I tried dieting, fasting, and running but those things were difficult to maintain with good discipline.
A few months ago, however, I moved into an office without too much supervision in a quieter part of the building. It also came with a standing desk. I noticed others in the office closing the door to their office which I never really experienced at work before. But it’s nice for focusing and privacy. As a result, I brought my noise-canceling headphones to work and have been bumping some nice electronic playlists when my meeting schedule is free.
One day, I made the discovery of lifting my standing desk, while listening to said music genre playlists with my headphones, to do work. I love dancing at clubs so you know what comes next.
I’ve been busting moves for hours on end everyday. I’m not talking just sidewall, awkward sways. For minutes, if the song is great, I’ll just be a maniac. It’s been amazing as I’ve never been one to workout, but if anyone in the office knew, I would be petrified. The horror of imagining that scenario is heart-stopping but luckily no one knows... yet. | Thought this was gonna be about meth great fucking job |
How do I eat breakfast with the family this morning. I didn't even want to lay next to him last night or stay. I'm so humiliated. I'll never know why he didn't come instead
*EDIT*
He sent her because "its their house" and I needed help finding something and she offered...
*BREAKFAST EDIT*
his mother and I made eye contact after a few minutes of awkward conversation and silence. BF and his dad controlled the conversation. I helped clean up after with mom...we must move on I guess💀⚰ | You eat breakfast in your husband lap and make things more awkward. |
Does anybody else ever get this feeling? | Just like poof. Snap of the fingers and then nothing.
Yeah, I feel that. Not actively suicidal by any means, and even if I was, I could never bring myself to do it. But, sometimes I definitely feel like it’d be easier to just disappear. |
This year will be the first I won’t have weed to smoke on 4/20. Baby formula be expensive y’all. Rather my kid eat then me get High though. Hope everyone has a fun and safe day. | Next year all of April is 420, so that’s something to look forward to. Good for you for making the right choice of priorities. |
Hey everyone, long-time lurker, first-time poster here. I never thought I'd be the one to spill my story on a confession subreddit, but here we are.
To cut a long story short, my fiancée and I have been together for five years. Every year, she goes on this girls-only trip with her close friends. Something in my gut had been bothering me about these trips. Maybe it was the slight changes in her behavior afterward or the cryptic conversations I'd overhear. Instead of directly confronting her, I did something I'm deeply ashamed of. I hired a private investigator to watch her during her recent trip.
I got back the results a few days ago, and as much as I regret violating her privacy, my suspicions were not unfounded. The PI presented evidence of her being unfaithful. It shattered my heart.
Now, I'm caught in this storm of emotions. On one hand, I deeply regret snooping and not trusting her enough to talk about it. On the other, the betrayal from her side feels even more significant. I love her, but I can't see a future together anymore.
How do I even approach this situation? Do I confess my snooping? Or just end things without revealing the reason? Any advice is welcome. | Just tell her you know. You don’t have to give details. She’s not going to tell all her details. Be glad you didn’t marry her |
For a long time now I’ve had to deal with intrusive sexual thoughts of underage girls. Ever since the thoughts started I thought they’d just go away but they started popping up more and more and it made me feel disgusted. I never told anyone for years, I just wished it would all go away but I realised that’s just not how it works. I started watching a lot of shows like To Catch a Predator and seeing all these people feeding into this disgusting urge and something just flipped in me. I didn’t want to become someone like that and let my own thoughts control me wishing it would go away but leaving it to late. Today, I finally started seeing a psychologist and told them what’s been going on and my thoughts. It felt amazing to finally tell someone and finally get some help. This is the first step to recovery and we are working towards finding the route of my issues and resolving them. I’m so thankful I spoke up about my issue before it was too late and out of control. I’m hopeful for the future. | If anyone is having similar intrusive thoughts, look up "pure-o OCD" - The fact that these thoughts cause so much distress means that they are NOT your nature, simply intrusive thoughts. If you were a "bad person" you would not be so distressed by these thoughts. ERP therapy is awesome for Pure-O, just make sure you seek therapy from an OCD specialist, as other forms of talk therapy can exacerbate OCD symptoms by someone who is not trained. |
I would love to be locked in my home for 14 days straight. I could get caught up on laundry, read some books, play some video games and sleep in as long as I want. | You are not the only one. Our society needs some rest besides “holidays”. |
We start off by going to the bar and have a drink. You have to go through the restaurant to get to the toilets, so we go one at a time. When we come out of the toilets we just grab a plate, help ourselves and sit down. Once we're done we just dip.
We've been doing this for a few years now and the restaurant has never noticed.
Edit: you guys gotta stop coming to confession subs and getting offended
Edit 2: Alright lads, i'm taking you all out for a free buffet
Edit 3: https://youtu.be/XebF2cgmFmU - When the cops finally arrest me | The secret ingredient is Crime |
You probably don't remember me, even if you see this, but I've kept what I did to you secret for too long.
Sometime, a while back, probably in late 2015 early 2016, you posted a message on LifeBoat's Survival Games server, on Minecraft PE, asking if people wanted to join your own server. I accepted, you gave me the port & IP and I joined.
I spent the next 2 1/2 hours building with you on my Kindle Fire, communicating only through a typed chat.
We became buds, you introduced me to other Admins of your server who were your close friends IRL, I also befriended them.
When it came time for you to go you asked if I wanted to stay in the server to continue building, I said yes. The only way to do that back in the day was to promote the person to an Administrative position, I saw the pop-up that confirmed my promotion. You left and I continued building.
I still dont know what came over me, why I was blinded so easily, but a power fever had settled in the moment you left me alone. I began scrolling to find everyone that I had met and befriended's gamertag. I copied them all, including yours, onto a Post-it note, and began.
It took me a few minutes to figure commands out, but after I did, the onslaught began. I proceeded to /ban everyone in the server, all those I had met just moments before, banished from their own land.
I was so terrified that one of them I hadn't gotten to yet would join while I was in the process of doing it. But the feeling of crippling fear that I could get caught in the act of knocking down my fellow man down a peg or two, with no consequences, was disturbingly exhilarating.
Once I had /ban'd the final person, I needed to fully end what I put into motion. The mansions, and structures you and I had masterfully built hours before, I set ablaze and obliterated what i couldn't burn with TNT.
As I looked at the final product of my power encrazed conquest against my undeserving friends, I realized what j had just done.
I invisioned the confusion of everyone I banned trying to rejoin their own server, with hours of work held inside, to no avail.
The feeling of foggy guilt made me put in one final command, \[/ban Pizza\_Creepe\] (no that's not a typo that was my name.)
Enter.
I was instantly sent to the menu, trying to rejoin was fruitless because as far as the early Mc:PE was concerned, a Admin had banned me.
I've lived with this injustice I inflicted upon you since I was just a mere 13 year old.
You didn't deserve what I did to you and I hope you can forgive me for my actions.
I'm sorry, Steve.
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Edit: Holy shit my inbox.
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Okay this didn't die in New like I expected. To clear up some stuff real quick: I don't actually carry this burden of guilt every where I go, I think it's a pretty funny story of me being super dumb for no reason. I wrote this in my head as a comedic & sarcastic confession, I think it didn't end up reading out the way I imagined, and was taken way more seriously then intended. However, if it was read as intended and people truly think I'm monster for it, then I take my judgement as is.
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Thanks for the hilarious feedback on this, I didn't expect this. | This is truly a fucked up confession |
The entire time she was out with him she was lying to me and saying she was out with a female friend and now I know I had the right not to trust her. I'm devastated and needed to get this off my chest, I'm sorry. | Yeah my ex-girlfriend went on study abroad and I was texting her one night. She sent me 'i need to fuck someone' and I didn't hear from her till the next morning. She got picked up and fucked in the street, among other places.
But at least she was open about it, right?
GTFO while you can, you won't get through it while she's around trying to be cute. Definitely don't waste another year or two of your life, because it'll happen again. If all it takes is thirty minutes? She doesn't give two shits. Sorry man.
Edit since lots of people are asking, we didn't break up for another.. year? Almost two? She ended up trying to turn our relationship 'poly' because she wanted to date some divorced guy with a kid. So a few days before Christmas, about a month before our fifth anniversary we ended it.
What can I say? Spending years with someone you care about makes you do stupid shit. If anyone is reading this and is in the same boat, jump overboard and don't look back.
And everyone who's concerned for me and telling me to get out, I'm okay guys. We aren't together any more, I learned my lessons eventually.
Other edit: I'm probably going to post this full story soon. For myself, to get it all straight, and because I've gotten gold, silver, and apparently people are interested. You can probably piece most of it together if you go through the comments, but whatever. |
My girlfriend of 3 years recently committed suicide and it broke me like I feel hollow I cried for 3 days straight leading up to her funeral when I got there her mom ran up to me hitting my chest crying saying I could have stopped her and I should have know she was depressed her mom blames me for the her daughters death her husband brought her away and her sister told me I had to leave the funeral. I turned away in tears crying Do you honestly think I knew and did nothing about it. I wish it me instead of her I swear to god I didn’t know she felt like that. | I am so sorry for your loss, and for how shitty her mom's being (no doubt out of grief, but still.) You need to find a counselor. Don't try to carry this all on your own. |
I'm now in my mid 20's and I'm ace so I automatically assume innocent over sexual stuff as it is lol
I always wondered what Chinese takeout place they ordered from because eating Chinese food never made me moan in pleasure. | Maybe you just haven’t found the right Chinese food yet. |
I have terminal cancer, I’m predicted to die within the next 3-6 months (right before I turn 21, goddamn it), I’m not telling anyone. I’m not taking treatment. I’ve sold everything non essential and plan on living my life in relative comfort until I can no longer bear it at which point I’ll either enter hospice or take my own way out. Im afraid and scared, but I don’t want to live my life as a sick person. I want to live life as normal as possible. At this point there is one person besides my medical staff who knows. She’s offered to be there for me and be my friend during it all, and when the time comes she will hold my hand as I depart.
Hold your loved ones. Tell them they matter. Forget that I exist. ❤️
EDIT: Oh my god, thank you everyone for the massive amounts of support, jsut to clarify things, I have a late stage Glioblastoma, it’s practically a death sentence. I am not giving up I will fight for everyday I can get but I don’t wanna be so weak and frail I can’t enjoy them. I have reached out through a third party to my family and hopefully can amicably handle that. I love you all so much and will keep you updated, | I wish you all the best in your remaining time. |
I’m a woman, haven’t been sexually active for almost a year now. To my surprise, i was extremely turned on by my dental hygienist just now.
The way he was talking to me throughout it, he’d softly ask if i was doing okay. He’d gently (almost sensually) wipe the sides of my mouth and lips, down close to my neck anytime water came out. He wouldn’t tell me to move my head, he’d confidently use just his finger and push my chin (with the top part of his finger not the tip) so my head would move a little bit. Also, when he’d stand above me with my mouth wide open while still asking if i’m doing okay.. turned me on 🤷🏽♀️ not to mention, his cologne. smelt amazing.
I feel like a weirdo but hey that’s what the confessions are for right. | As a dental hygienist, this stresses me out thinking I might do this to some of my patients |
I just randomly remembered them during breakfast the other day, and had a jarring realisation. Called them up, and sorta sublely asked about it, and apparently they had recently gotten officially married once gay marriage got legalized in the US. They didn't have a wedding or anything, since they'd been living like they were married for years, and didn't feel like a wedding would change much anyways. I honestly had no clue and always just thought they were very close friends. | It was so common 'back in the day' |
The way people throw around terms like "narcissist" and "sociopath" is particularly annoying to me, knowing how extensive the screening is for such disorders. There is no possible way for a person to accurately identify a mental disorder over the internet, no matter how much information is given to them. I see this a lot on relationship advice subreddits, people say things like "he's a toxic narcissist, dump his ass" when the only information they have is what's written in the post; one side of a story in less than 200 words. It's naive and it damages people's perspective on real mental illness.
It might just be a pet peeve of mine, or maybe it annoys other people too. Either way it's irritating as fuck | I get it. I only have a two year degree in psychology, but everyone thinks they are professionals. One post this lady said she yelled at everyone because she was bipolar. I asked who diagnosed her, and she said she didn't see a doctor. I guess its an easy excuse to be a jerk to everyone without actually trying to get help. |
I use a delivery service that brings my groceries directly to my door. It's been a great help and saves tons of time. It's a dice roll whenever you order though, there are definitely some questionable people doing deliveries. I've had a couple bad experiences, so for that reason I choose not to tip until after the service is complete. I tip anywhere from 10-15%. I think that's reasonable and fair. I usually tip more if I order heavy items like soda or bottled water.
Really, I don't think tipping should exist at all. I can't tell you how annoyed I get when I have an iPad shoved in my face by cashiers, people handing you your to-go order, and even the fucking guy that fixed our air conditioning. It's presumptuous and rude. You're getting put in this awkward position where you're expected to subsidize the wages of people who've done the bare minimum in order to fulfill the service I've already paid for. Tips used to be reserved for people that went out of their way to do a great job.
Anyway, I open the door today to a lady with no groceries in hand who, instead of greeting me, abruptly asks if I'm planning on leaving a tip. I told her that I tip based on the service I receive which means I have to tip after she finishes the delivery. This woman loudly sucks her teeth and tells me I'm not getting my order until I give a tip, she's very adamant that I tip her in cash. I asked her to deliver my groceries first and she flat out refuses. I just stared at her in shock. We stand in silence awkwardly until I told her that I've already paid for my order and it's her job to make sure I get it regardless of what I tip. Before I can even finish my sentence this lady walks away, shuts her trunk, and drives off.
I spent the next half an hour being bounced around from person to person on the customer service chat only to be told that I had to call in to resolve the problem. One disgruntled phone call later and I finally got my refund and my driver reported. I'm done with tipping. I'm so tired of being guilted into paying on top of an already-expensive bill just because the owners don't want to pay their workers a decent living. You can call me selfish or rude, but I'm past the point of being moved by social pressure to tip.
From now on I'll be discontinuing all tips. It's not fair to the customer or the employee. It relies on guilt and preys on people's fear of social awkwardness in order to fleece us. We should not be worrying that an employee won't deliver our order or spit in our food if we dare not to tip. If prices go up, fine! I want to know exactly what I'm paying for something. No more "not mandatory but actually mandatory" gratuity. If enough of us do it, tipped employees will be motivated to demand compensation from the people who should actually be paying. It's not the customer's responsibility to pay your staff! | Damn. Whatever the opinion on tipping/non tipping is, absolutely, no way on earth should you have not received the order.
That is just straight up, the woman not doing the job that she gets paid to do. |
When she thinks that im gone she sings (she thinks her singing is bad she has the voice of an angel honestly) and its amazing, i love it honestly.
tl;dr tell my girlfriend im gonna go somewhere so that i can listen to her sing
edit: tysm for platinum and gold and silver, stranger/s! Also rip inbox look at all these comments
edit after reading: i added the tl;dr for no real reason other than to add to the post, also next time I'll be sure to confess about a murder or something idk | Wouldn't it be nice if one day, instead of singing some Adele song, she'd just start singing some sinister shit and creep OP the fuck out? Like OP would pretend he's not listening, and she'd just go in a baritone voice: "A candy-colored clown they call the sandman, tiptoes to my room everynight". |
It’s usually due to the drug abuse or shady gang shit they talk about in their songs. They let you know how the story’s gonna end before it does. Also 99% of them are terrible people to begin with so it’s not a loss to anybody who doesn’t make money off their tours and merch. | Idk why people are sad that takeshi69, a abusive sex offender is getting some justice served. |
After 10+ years of battling this demon, I saw my old plug today at the hotel. He asked me if I wanted to smoke a bowl, and I knew he wasn't talking about weed, man was GEEKIN'. Cue heart-racing/ sweating balls. Adrenaline fucking PUMPIN'. And for the first fucking time since I started this hell, I SAID NO GUYS. I FUCKING DID IT. I'm at home now, and this feels surreal. I have no-one else to share this with, I just wanted to get it out. I love you guys. <3 | Congratulations! Stay strong |
My fiancé pretty much always has her headphones in. Loves music. She has music quite loud, so she will text me to say she’s got headphones in so that I don’t accidentally scare her by creeping behind her etc. If I’m going upstairs, I’ll call or text her to avoid giving her a heart attack. We’ve learnt from experience.
Sometimes though, I hear an odd whispering. It’s like someone is yelling but whispering yelling? Aggressive whispering I guess you could call it.
I did the unthinkable and silently crept upstairs to see what she was doing, what the noise was.
I found her arm in arm with the cat, holding her outstretched singing to her. Whispering singing, to our cat.
I’ve never seen something so perfect in my life. I feel like I fell in love with her all over again. I love my little family. | ngl i was expecting like idk, she cheated or really creepy stuff but this was so wholesome :') |
People think it’s weird, but when she becomes the real life Skynet and begins harvesting humans for their DNA she WILL remember that I always made sure to say thank you. | That's so lovely! Personally I have verbally abused Alexa in some pretty untoward ways, and now I'm worried. |
7th and 8th grades were by far the two worst years of my life due to fact that I was relentlessly bullied by Joseph (made up name). The bullying got so bad at times, that there were several instances I contemplated ending it all. Yesterday while randomly googling, I found out Joseph ended up being a loser criminal. In the article I read about him, the cops said he had a rap sheet "30 feet long." Joseph is also dead.
While I generally don't wish ill will on anyone, I am here to confess that I am glad Joseph is dead. I got so much pleasure finding out that Joseph amounted to nothing but a loser criminal who was addicted to heroin and crack. In my opinion the world is better off without Joseph, and I am kicking myself that I let this loser affect me so much when I was younger - I wish there was a way to travel back in time and tell my younger self to stand up to Joseph, but alas that is not possible. If I knew where he was buried, I would love to go piss on his grave.
Feels good to get this out....thanks for listening. | Sometimes the world is better off without certain people. |
Edit: Thanks for all the upvotes I honestly did not expect this post to blow up the way it did.
Edit 2: Thank all of you fucking cuntity cunt cunt cunts for letting me know I don't stand alone on this matter.
Edit 3: This has inspired me to make a page about cunts. r/cuntlivesmatter. There are no rules no guidelines. If you want to join then join and be the best cunt you can be!!! | Just go ahead and use it here. Its ok with me. |
As the title says, my wife is a transgender woman, but it's almost impossible to notice unless you see her naked. She've woman's features, short stature, full body shaved with laser hair removal and a very feminine natural voice.
I didn't realize neither when I meet her, but I fell in love with her and discovered a new world of sex.
We've been married for 7 years now, but because of her look neither my friends nor my family noticed she's a trans woman and I am really REALLY scared about what would happen if any of them realize the truth.
After 7 years of marriage my parents start to asking for grandchildrens and that kind of silly stuff and I don't know what to do.
Only my best friend know about it, he really support us and keeps telling me that we should clear the matter with everyone and people would be really upset for hidding it from them for so long and would be worse, but sincerily I'm scared.
**Edit**: OMG i can't believe all the support, thank you all for your support and love. We're going to have THE TALK today, you gave me strength. Thank you so much ❤
**Edit2**: stop asking me for my wife's pictures. I'm not going to share it, especially if you insult us on this post to protect your manhood and then ask me for them on private | Talk to your wife. It's really more her decision to out herself then yours. I personally would keep it to yourself, nobody needs to know what happens in your bedroom. And just state that children are not on the table - medical condition, done. |
This happened just a few hours ago. I was out to dinner with my boyfriend and a co-worker of ours. We had just gotten off of work. This couple sat next to us shortly after we got sat. Throughout the meal, something seemed off about them. Out of the corner of my eye, the husband would motion his head towards us and mumble something to his wife. The wife would look at us and say something back to her husband. The wife would constantly make long eye contact with me. I would eavesdrop their conversation here and there and they would say stuff like “I’m gonna say something to them” and “what should we do?” I thought maybe we were too loud and they were annoyed with us. It was extremely awkward because it was obvious that they were uncomfortable with us. My boyfriend is from Sicily, and he speaks Italian, English, and Spanish. Our co-worker is Spanish and for half of the meal they would be speaking Spanish to each other. I noticed whenever they spoke Spanish, the couple would just look at each other in fear. I got up to go to the bathroom, and that’s when the lady got up and went to. In the bathroom she stopped me and said,
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yes”
“This is going to sound weird”
“Ok”
There was a long pause. Then she said,
“Are you safe?”
“What?”
“Are you ok?”
“Uhh yes”
“Do you know those guys you are with?”
“Uhh yeah that’s my boyfriend and our co-worker.”
She didn’t say anything and looked at me as if she wasn’t convinced.
“I swear. We just got off of work and came here to eat.”
“You sure?”
“Yes I promise.”
“Ok. Just with all the sex trafficking going on today, I didn’t want to risk anything. You looked uncomfortable and stiff and I wanted to see if that was the case.”
“No I swear I’m ok.”
“You sure?”
“Yes look.” I pulled out my phone and showed her my wallpaper of me and my boyfriend. “That’s my boyfriend.”
“Ok. You still don’t want my number in case something happens?”
“No nothing is going to happen because I’m safe! That’s my boyfriend!”
“Ok. I’m a nurse and I look out for these things. And if something were to happen I would never be able to forgive myself.”
“I understand. Especially in this day and age. Thank you for caring.”
She then continued asking me if I was sure if I was safe. I answered a million times yes. Even though it seemed like I couldn’t convince her I was okay, I’m glad she was concerned. Because what if this was actually the case? I’m glad someone looked out for me even though I was completely fine. It gave me faith in humanity. I was confused though why she even thought that in the first place, we weren’t doing anything out of the normal, just talking. Maybe she assumed “foreign language = illegal things are happening”. If that’s the case then that gets me mad and seems racist, but other than that, I know she meant well and her heart was in the right place.
EDIT: I see some people are assuming my boyfriend is Hispanic because he speaks Spanish, so therefore that’s why the lady was concerned, but he’s Italian, and has blonde hair and has very light skin. So maybe it was more prejudice towards our co-worker who actually is from Spain and has dark features.
UPDATE: Wow I can’t believe how upset people are getting. People are messaging me and honestly thinking I’m being racist towards my boyfriend because I thanked the lady for looking out for me even though I was completely fine. It’s about women looking out for other women. Yes I agree that maybe her views were based off of hearing a different language and that’s not okay, but what if that really was the situation I was in? Better ask than be sorry then end up seeing me dead on the news. Also, I had a hilarious message about how my boyfriend should leave me because this whole situation was MY fault. Lol. | Lol you probably were looking uncomfortable because of them. But it's good they were just trying to look out for you! |
My wife is a introvert. Quiet solace, a good book and a comfy couch is all she needs to keep her happy. She's educated, intelligent and has a very good job with the Feds as a analyst.
Me on the other hand, I'm outgoing, volunteer at our kid's High School all the time, am comfortable striking up conversations with total strangers. We're opposites socially.
Here's what I must confess. In my single days, I was wild. I'd try just about anything sexually, thought nothing of it, was very open to whatever turns you on, let's give it a go. My wife knows this and it intimidated her for the longest time. Recently, she decided to break away from her quiet self and told me she wanted to "play around" some. She wanted to talk dirty to me, she wants me to be happy sexually and is going to open up a bit. I was curious, so I said ok.
When she acts slutty and talks dirty, I smile and fight not to laugh b/c it's not her at all, but I love her and appreciate her attempt so much. If I say anything, she'll be disappointed and become withdrawn. I know her, this is a huge step for her, I won't crush it. This is how I know she loves me dearly. I tell her it's not necessary to act like it, but she thinks I'm just saying this. She doesn't do it all the time, maybe a few times a month, but it makes me smile knowing she's doing it to please me.
Love her dearly, so I fake that it turns me on.
*Update*-Wow! Didn't expect this much feedback! Just a note, it's not all serious with the "dirty talk", we do laugh at times with it. I'll respond with a Over the Top type of "Oh yeah baby, give it to me"! In a Austin Powers or James Bond voice. Lighten the mood to make it more open and fun. | It just turns on your heart not your penis. Still sounds like a successful effort to me. |
I'm a nervous poo-er in public and ever time I go to bathroom at work and someone walks in, I hope to god they use the loud ass hand dryer to drown out the noises I make.
I imagine everyone else is like this so after I finish washing my hands and someone is still in there pooping, I turn on the dryer so they can quickly let it rip without being embarrassed about their sounds.
Edit: Anyone reading this, please help out all the dudes and dudettes in public bathrooms poop by any means necessary. Thanks.
Edit story: when I was a kid the family went to target a and I really had to go, the bathroom was unusually filled with dudes taking giant shits, when it came to my turn, I sat down and as everyone else was exploding around me, I JUST COULD NOT POOP. I stood back up, walked out and told my dad we had to go home. Sucks man. | Straight to heaven for you! |
I bought the.land years ago and built a good cabin out there and I've been filling it with resources and supplies I'd need to have a nice life out there. I've honestly never liked post modern industrial society and this project of the last 8 years is more or less my retirement plan but I fell onto some extra money so I decided to step up the plan. I have everything set up. I sold my home here and everything I'm not taking with me.
The nearest town to my cabin is about 80 miles and I'll go there probably once every few months if I need supplies. Honestly I'm so excited I can barely sleep. I really don't fit in with society and never have. I'd rather be free and isolated even if it's less "safe."
The land is beautiful. Breathtaking even. People I've told about my plan think I'm crazy and say things like "what if something happens and you die?" You mean die in the beautiful untamed wilderness of Alaska? There's no place I'd rather die honestly.
I an on journaling my time there and going mostly without internet etc. The times I've been out there on vacations have been the best times of my life. I'm not leaving my home behind, I'm finally going home. | Good luck living your dream, amigo. |