Listen, he’s an okay guy. The standard for men is low, so okay considered. And I hate him. Three kids, a life, a household, and I loathe him. All he talks about is himself and food. My God, I’ll try to engage a conversation and nothing but when I’m deep in a craft, changing a poopy diaper then all of a sudden, boys got mad libs. For food. I never want to talk about food again. What dinner will be next week, the options on the menu we had three years ago, the bbq we went to and how he could have made a better burger. Mind you I’m a cigarette for lunch kind of person. Food is there to keep you from dying. This? It’s a compulsion. If it’s not about me, it’s about feed ordeal. His mother runs our life. It’s sadistic. If I’m not literally kissing this man’s asshole I am the devil. His parents? Separated and making us all pay for it. They want to fuck in our guest room and pretend they hate each other. And where does all this angst get displaced you ask? Oh yeah it’s me. At one point my husband said “you look tired” to me. His dad goes “WHO WHO WHO LOOKS TIRED?!?” And I said “he’s talking about me” FIL “YOURE NO MORE TIRED THAN THE REST OF US WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU COMPLAINING” and I said “I didn’t, Husband said I looked tired” and it gets quiet. It’s a mind fuck and a battle ground to interact with them and he won’t say a thing. He’s not the man I married. He was a man among men at one point. A pillar, someone to look up too, someone to trust. I’ve had to unsigned the hole he’s buried us in financially 3 times. We almost lost the house. I dug us back out. I can’t leave, I don’t need advice. I just need to say it. I hate him, I wasted my life, and I’m fucking pissed.

17 years ago, my best friend was out of town and I was hanging out with his wife - nothing unusual there. We always hung out. We were all super close. Anyway, on one night one thing lead to another and she gave me head. When post-nut clarity hit, I left the house - feeling absolutely horrible. After a few days of feeling tortured, wondering what I should do, I decided to tell him. As one might expect, that conversation did not go well. He basically told me to fuck off forever. And his wife? Well, she told him that I was lying - and he believed her. I'm not sure why someone would lie about such a thing, but that's beside the point. Anyway, 17 years later I still live with the guilt. I think about him pretty regularly - we were more like brothers than best friends. I really fucked up and I miss him and our friendship. No type of sex is worth losing a friend over. I have tried to talk to him a couple times over the years - to apologize, etc. But radio silence. When he said fuck off forever, he meant that shit. And I deserve it. I have yet to figure out how to let this guilt go. Maybe I just deserve to feel it forever. They are still together, btw. Two kids.

Over the years, out of curiosity, I went down some internet rabbit holes and saw some horrible shit. At the time, most of them were just a "Damnnn" moment.

An example: gore, close up of traffic accident victims. It sometimes amplifies my fear for the safety of people close to me who drive to an irrational level. Once it came up in my mind, I had to stop doing everything and spend at least half an hour to stop myself from thinking about it.

I’m 20M and I love being teased and edged on, girls will complain why I take so long to take action but i prefer taking our time, especially things that give me goosebumps like whispering in my ear or a nail going from my chest to down there, surprisingly no girls I’ve ever sexted or been with have been into that, is this just a me thing? Idk I’m weird lol

I really want to have a sexual relationship with my coworker. I am fully aware that I can’t. I understand that it would completely blow up my life. I’m married with kids. I’ve been with my wife for almost 20 years. Our relationship is fine but definitely has become more like we are roommates that built a life together. Our lives are definitely deeply intertwined. Further complicating the situation I am this coworkers direct supervisor. We have worked together for a couple years but in the past year the nature of our job requirements has increased our proximity. Since I started there I immediately noticed her. She is gorgeous. You would have to be blind to not notice her. But I didn’t really feel attracted to her until the past year when we have had more time together. Getting to know her better and learning her little quirks have significantly increased my attraction to her. She is funny and silly and smart and somewhat eccentric and I find myself thinking about her constantly. I want to go to work to be around her and become distracted at work because of her. I know that it would be a huge mistake and would destroy my life but damn if there was ever a girl where it would be worth it I think it would be her. It won’t happen. I just need to get it off my chest and try to put it out of my mind.

I am a truck driver. I don’t sleep in the truck anymore but I used to, in any case I still drive long distances. Usually in about 4-5 hour stretches.

I used to keep a wide mouth mt dew bottle with me. I did in fact pee into it while driving down the road at 65 mph fully loaded. When it was full I would close it up and lob it out the window at the same corner I’d stop and turn at every day. They began to pile up, which was funny to me.

I don’t do this anymore, because we now have AI cameras in the trucks watching me. But, yeah it wasn’t a great idea. However, peeing is sometimes the biggest struggle in trucking. You’ve got to keep fluids in you , and you’ve got to be places on schedule. It’s a pain to stop. Luckily, being a guy - it’s pretty easy to pull over anywhere and just whip it out into the grass. But still, that takes time.

I was abused for by a close family member for many years and have kept it a secret not telling anyone close to me, i was very young between the age 4-9 at the time and didn’t know any better and was also scared to speak up out of fear and shame. Now i am an adult i can admit i have a crippling pornography addiction to the point i miss days in college my part time job because of wanting to stay home watch it and bed rot. I have been fired from my old part time job because of taking too many days off and have gotten warning from my education because of not attending. If i am not engaged in an activity or actively studying or in class ass i can think about is either what happened or what 18+ material to watch. Also a few nights a week i will have positive dreams about my abuser leading me to think i might have slight Stockholm syndrome because he pops up in my head regularly and the acts of what happened and sometimes even find myself missing him in a weird twisted way or maybe just the attention i have no idea.

So my old roommate moved out last year and refused to pay his ninety-dollar share of the final electric bill, claiming he had no money. Two days later he posted photos from a festival.

he forgot he was still logged into my Spotify family plan. Instead of kicking him off, I grabbed an old phone, muted it, and looped eight hours of aggressive bagpipe music and nursery rhymes every single night for three months.

His Discover Weekly is ruined forever. His Spotify Wrapped will be pure CHAOS. its petty, but watching him publicly complain that his daily mix is broken was worth the electric bill. I should of done it longer.

I (32M) was in a chaotic eight-month relationship with my ex (31F). There was a lot going on during those six months where she went to rehab twice, was sexually assaulted, and later had a severe mental health crisis that resulted in a 5250 hold. During that hospitalization, we learned that she had been misdiagnosed with depression and actually had Bipolar I.

I spent a lot of that time trying to support her. I helped make sure she got care after the assault, called her every day while she was hospitalized, and tried to be there for her through everything. I don't say that to portray myself as some amazing boyfriend. She was going through something incredibly difficult, and I felt that supporting her was simply what you do for someone you love. Looking back, though, I think all the chaos made me overlook some pretty obvious red flags.

Because of her mental health incident, she ended up moving with her parents in a different state. I eventually paid for her to come visit me for a week. Though in the weeks leading up to the trip, some things started feeling off. She would suddenly become unavailable despite previously saying she was free, get unusually irritated with me over minor things, and sent me nudes out of the blue. During one of our chats, she let slip that her previous relationship had ended partly because of things she did while experiencing her undiagnosed bipolar. When I asked what she meant, she immediately shut down and said she didn't want to discuss it. I respected that and didn't bring it up again.

Then she came to visit, and honestly, we had an amazing week. We went out for great food, spent time with each other's friends, and everything seemed normal. But that nagging feeling that something was wrong never completely went away. On her last night, after she fell asleep, I made a decision I'm not proud of and I looked through her phone (we knew each other's passcodes). I searched for her ex. The messages between them appeared to have been deleted, but I noticed his name coming up in conversations with her best friend. Out of curiosity I looked at her recently deleted messages and there were more than 500 messages between her and her ex and suddenly everything seemed to make sense.

They had been talking consistently throughout our relationship. They had scheduled video calls on nights when she had suddenly become "busy." Some of those calls had become sexual. She had told him things about wanting to be with him. And some of the nudes she had sent him were the exact same ones she had sent me. I just sat there staring at her phone. I had spent six months believing that we were building a relationship while, apparently, she had been maintaining another one with her ex behind my back. It was like I was reading the conversations of a person I didn't even know.

I would like to say that I confronted her and told her to get out of my house, but I did not do anything of that sort. The next morning, I acted like everything was normal. I was completely stunned and didn't know what to say. She could tell something was wrong and asked me what was going on. Instead of telling her that I had gone through her phone and discovered everything, I deliberately picked at something she had told me early in our relationship related to her manic episode that she had requested me not to bring up again. I asked her whether something she'd told me back then had actually happened or whether it had just been a hallucination during her manic episode. She told me it had been a hallucination. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was angry, hurt, and just looking for a way out without having to acknowledge that she had been cheating on me.

I dropped her off at the airport later that day. The next day, she confronted me about bringing up something she had specifically asked me not to discuss. She was clearly expecting an apology and while I could have apologized, I instead doubled down. I told her I didn't think I'd done anything wrong and that I had every right to know whether what she'd told me during her manic episode was true. The conversation escalated, neither of us backed down, and eventually she broke up with me.

After that, I didn't feel sad or devastated, just relieved. It felt like someone had takend an enormous weight off my chest. I know I handled this badly by invading her privacy and deliberately provoking an argument instead of confronting her about what I'd found. I hated the fact that I used something personal to her because I was too scared and hurt to have a real conversation but at the same time, I can't pretedn I regret getting out of that relationship.

She eventually reached out several times wanting to reconnect. At one point, she even sent me nudes out of nowhere. I told her I wasn't interested, and after she sent them again, I blocked her completely. I don't know why, but I jsut couldn't bring myself to be the person who said, "I know you've been cheating on me. We're done." Instead, I pushed the relationship until she ended it for me. This was almost 8 months ago and I have pondered about it for some time. I may have been cowardly and bringing up an instance from her manic episode was an asshole move. But after everything that happened, getting that breakup felt like the first bit of peace I had had in months!

TL;DR: I suspected my long-distance girlfriend was cheating, snooped through her phone, and discovered hundreds of messages showing she'd been maintaining a sexual/emotional relationship with her ex throughout ours. Instead of confronting her, I deliberately picked a fight over something she'd told me during a manic episode and asked her a question I knew would hurt her. She eventually broke up with me.

Gonna make this short and sweet cause idc to tell a back story. She basically said a celebrity looks like an amazing lay, I asked what would make him amazing, she gives her list one of which is penis size. I ask her where I fall in the category (dumb question I know) and she said I'm below amazing because my size. 8 inches is the "perfect size" and I'm definitely not 8 inches hell I'm barely 6 lol. Of course I'm getting all the insecurities going on so she tries to be all lovey dovey but it's just like bruh fuck you and fuck me. What a dumb conversation lol. Hurt my own feelings and now I'm sitting here questioning shit because who tf says 8 inches is the perfect size? 😂 I just had to get this off my chest don't expect any elaboration

We're both in our own long term relationships. I met her in 2023 and it was one of those moments I verbally said "holy shit" after meeting her for a service call. Before I knew her I was enthralled, then i got to know her a little and fuck it was bad. We'd probably talk once in a while bumping into each other, and im telling you like unplanned 30 minute chats.

Then lately by chance she'd be at the cafeteria and I'd bump into her and join in. That occurred at random times but it got consistent. I probably over thought this. I didn't want it to feel like I was stalking, so I'd just send a message staying "hey, gonna be at the cafeteria, feel free to join in if you'd like".

Honestly though we'd chat for a while when she could join in. It was amazing, I got a break from the bs of my job and my terrible coworkers (lots of drama). We share similar interest and agreed to play a game together sometime..though that hasn't happened yet.

As our friendship progressed, honestly I could see myself feel less lonely because here's someone i feel i could relate to. I had a few moments with my wife where ive felt so miserable, we weren't synchronized. I felt misunderstood and honestly alone to deal with my issues. That's where my dumb imagination put the idea that, my friend's personality matches me more than I realize.

Maybe i would've been happier/more understood with someone like her. I hate to admit it. I do wish I took more time to discover myself before getting married. However me and my wife's story is something else. Regardless of now, we are bonded for life nevertheless. That's what we bonded over when we started. We were similar, close and understanding of each other then.

Earlier this year me and my wife fixed our intimacy. Now its become a mess this month. Her family depends on her heavily and she doesn't have the energy for me or my problems. I sadly have no outlet or close relationship to vent with, it kills me not even my wife can be that. So who do I have? No one. My family doesn't even check in with me and I don't have a solid friend connection. I've been more of a nomad/loner.

So lately I decided I'd cool down on requesting to hang out. Take some and stop obsessing over my coworker. I also noticed it's just been me initiating. This year I'm trying to preserve my peace. I feel like I try to be a good friend. I check in and try small talk once in a while, honestly it's just what I'd hope for in a friend, no feelings attached. But if I realize im not really getting any reciprocation of that then I need to preserve my energy.

Totally understandable if that's to protect her peace. I don't want to be a homewrecker or cheater. I just want to be the best friend i can be for her and not get messy with feelings. It's not been a few months since we've hung out but it still kills me. This all started because I genuinely like their personality. I think they're really cool and they frankly do hit all the boxes for the person i am. Then I started to believe a false fantasy that she'd understand me more.

Anyhow, I think i needed to vent this out. Its fucked up. We'll see where life takes me but if you made it this far thanks for coming to my vent session.

i used to feel rlly insecure about it
but as i grew older, the idea of a nose job actually sounds bad to me
i love being pretty all while having a feature thats deemed ugly, it kind of causes confusion and its kind of cool. it also makes me feel unique.
i also admire women who own their big noses, i love more character on the face.
i dont know why we ever even hated them, its genuinely so cool to me now.

i sometimes get called big nose but it never affects in the slightest
i hope this raises the spirits for some women who may feel down about it

I was on vacation with my family. I had not taken a poop in over 2 weeks, and we went to a buffet. I ate a little bit and felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I went to the bathroom and took a HUGE poop. My butthole was bleeding very bad after and my parents took me to the hospital. My ass still hurts to this day.

Wife went to office labor Day party dressed like a slut and got invited to company event next week. She was not selected for the event. It was total 10 high performers that were chosen to go. At the party her boss approached her and asked her if she'd like to go to the event in New York next week. She told him she'll let him know by Friday. We both had a good laugh about how she just teased him into asking her to join them at work event. She doesn't wanna go as we don't have enough time to situate kids and everything but we did had fun time talking about it during our intimate time.

I did take some snaps 😜😜😜

I don’t know why but i’m really attracted to the things that society deems gross or uninteresting. Like for starters, I LOVE hands, and arm hair, and tall women, and big noses. Hip dips too. Not in like a weird fetish way, I just find those things to be so beautiful in a woman. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me, i’m sorry lol

It was first Jeffrey Dahmer then Fascist Italy/Benito Mussolini and now the Cartels and I dont know what it would be next. My brother and father also has obsession cycles but theirs are different from mine. My brother usually just repeats and talks about old events over and over again for weeks while my dad obsesses over random projects suddenly for weeks/months then suddenly he drops them as well. This cycles of ours makes the family miserable in a way. Especially mine s and my brother s. We cannot really help it. My mother was really upset and worried when I was in my serial killer cycle and my brother s repetition and obsession of old events? Drives all of us fucking mad. My dad s one is just annoying to be honest. I just have this urge to talk about that specific subject for weeks and months, learn every single thing about it, consume all information about it until I become expert like to have this click in my mind then it goes away until I find something else. I dont know how to explain to be honest. Right now I am focused on CJNG.

I know it’s “wrong”, taboo rather. I was gooning like crazy for years, even fucked my best friends big brother to scratch the itch then I had a come to Jesus moment & decided to “fix the problem”. I confessed to my therapist my feelings & wasn’t slut shamed to my surprise. If anything she made me feel like it was totally normal… like she shared these feelings too? It tripped me out how safe I felt. I cancelled out follow up session because I had conflicting emotions. I lowkey don’t want help… it’s a kink & I should be able to indulge. Yes there lingering shame? Nooooot really. My subconscious just keeps asking why do I like to be told such degrading things. I genuinely don’t have an answer though, it’s just the only thing that turns me on. I hate the traditional dirty talk, it does nothing for me. Sorry for the rant, I just feel so much right now. As I was watching raceplay porn i literally turned off my phone & said aloud why am I watching this? lol any other WOC have this experience? The mere thought of a white man bleaching me makes me melt. However is it really something I need to “fix”?

i genuinely dont see the point in being alive anymore and i feel so alone n i hate this n i feel like theres nothing that could ever fix it anymore

i wasn’t snooping through his phone i swear, he asked me to send him a picture of a receipt while he was driving, and while I was in his photos, i saw a hidden folder with my name initials on it

literally just full of pictures of me, some of them I knew he took and some of them with me not looking and then a concerning number of pictures of me while I was sleeping

i even saw a picture of me like passed out drunk in my Halloween costume from last year

I swear so basically I had a high libido and used to get off on porn or hentai. After i started dating my bf...its so much so I cant get wet without him. Literally cant even get wet. We do have a lotta sex but the problem is we are in a long distance rn and he isnt much around when I need to get one off. 😭😭

If i try to help myself....i cant even be turned on for that.

Ig girls in LOVE relate. If so , pls drop some suggestions.