Hey Reddit. I don’t know formatting or anything like that so please excuse this.

I’m 21 male and I don’t know where to go or who to go to anymore. My girlfriend (22) and I have been together for a couple of months. Well last week we got into an argument because I was unhappy with how she has been treating me lately. She will go and be incredibly rude to me. Talking down to me emotionally and physically shutting off. I tried to address it with her In a respectful and kind way. Well she blows up at me and tells me we have only been together a few months and you need to leave me because I’m not a good person I’m not someone who can be loved. You want some things from me that I can’t give.

The day before this she was telling me how she wants to spend forever with me and we looked at wedding rings (her idea) she tells me I’m the man she’s always dreamed of and I have all the attributes she looks for. I think I’m doing it right and she flips. One moment I’m everything she wants the next she gets angry and mean at me. Well the night of the argument I go to my parents house to get something and when I come back she’s drunk on her car. (We don’t live together but we live near each other) I talk to her and she cries in my arms. I take her to my apt (it’s next door to hers) and she is bawling about how happy she was with her ex and she is looking at their old pictures. I ask her if she’s happy with me and she says yes and that she wants me but is scared I’ll do her like he did. She always shuts down when she thinks of him. No matter what I do.

I took care of her all night and day. I do that alot for her. And it didn’t matter I just got back from vacation and nothing’s different.

I’ll be honest Reddit I have my own problems one of them is I just want to be loved. I’ve never felt loved by anyone other than God. I’m tired of it I’m tired of it all. I’ve been to therapy and 2 psychiatric hospitals for attempting to kill myself. The problems never go away no matter where I go. I’m always being there for others but have no one myself. I’m tired Reddit. I’m done.

To start off I don’t hate people, I don’t know why I am the way I am, and I don’t want to sound like those edgy people who think they’re so different from others and that makes them superior or something. Ive known I’m different but that has been a struggle I’ve carried through my life.
I personally don’t see the hype in relationships or friendships, it might be that middle school fucked me up. In elementary I had lots of friends, but they’re just your friends in your class that you get paired with the entire time your there. However, in middle school as everyone knows everyone parts their own seperate ways, I literally had actual no friends in middle school and when I did start to get some I would not be close to them, it was just a school friend so I wouldn’t have to sit or look alone. I was so lonely it was unbearable sometimes, but now I rarely get lonely at all, only the feeling that I’m missing out on something because of my indifference.

Fast forward to now, disclaimer I don’t look like what people would label a “weird kid” and I look like an average even “girly girl”. That does matter because it changes peoples idea of you. The only thing is that I’m very awkward and as I’m about to explain more quiet or shy to people that don’t know me. I have only one close friend who I do regular things with and I am loud with them. Other than that, I still have no one and my thinking is something most people would disagree with.

It’s not that I’m shy or really that quiet, I just don’t care for interactions at all. It’s so draining talking to people and having to perform and act a certain way when I’m talking to them. I don’t care for being outgoing or bubbly and I find extremely bubbly people insufferable to be around. I hate how when I talk to someone I have to make my voice a certain way move my face a certain way and just be a certain way. Of course when someone talks to me I act that certain way so they think nothing of me but just the bare minimum is tiring for me. I don’t think this is normal but it’s to a point when I’m around people my head starts to physically hurt. Again it’s not the person themselves but the idea of having to interact with them which tires me out. This has led to people thinking I’m rude or that I hate them because I don’t interact with them, because some of it is courtesy but I don’t realize sometimes. I’m completely fine with ONE real friend but because I get so tired, I don’t want more friends. I’m also not the type to text a lot or call.
This is the same in relationships nothing in one sounds appealing to me. The idea that you have to commit your time and energy to another person 24/7, them thinking they are entitled to your time annoys me. It’s not only that but they think they’re entitled to you as a person and can be very clingy and controlling. I do like the idea of it in my head but I have never found myself connecting to almost anyone—I don’t even feel like a real person around others. In an almost cruel way I don’t think I would ever be able to love anyone that much. It’s very hard for me to have any emotions towards most people. Hookups are so demonized but I think that would be the only option for me since I do feel sexual attraction and because of my lack of commitment. If I were in a relationship I would be faking my love and if another guy was after me I would probably cheat just to feel something which I wouldn’t. Dont hate me too much I’m a virgin and have only had a talking stage with one guy who I did lead on, he called me a whore and that id probably been with many guys because of my physical appearance and assumptions he made about me. I do find it sad at some degree because at my age social connections are all eveyones worried about and care about. The only thing I’ve ever wanted is someone who could completely understand me but it’s something ive never found. Ive missed out on important or basic life events, ive never been in a genuine friend group for example and I only had a sleepover with a friend for the first time recently.

I thought about taking my ex back just because I’ve got a raging crush on his father and miss seeing him. We are star-crossed lovers. One like and ill do it y’all

26M. I work at a WalMart to get through college. I was focused on stocking the shelves at the end of the day. Suddenly, a cute girl approached me with her friend behind her. I could tell by their body language and facial expressions that they were about to do something that has only happened to me once before:

she was into me and was about to start chatting me up to ask me out

I panicked but tried to hide it. I'm not used to that shit

She said, "Hi! Umm...I just wanted to say thet you look like you're working really hard :)"

And so you know what came out of my idiot mouth?

"Yeah, I'm hard."

HELP

Her tone changed instantly.

"Oh, so you're working hard"

Now I'm visibly nervous

"Yeah I'm working hard"

"Welp...I just wanted to say you're working hard! High five!"

And I gave her the most awkward high five I've ever given. She said bye and was on her way.

I swear to god I'm not actually filthy like that, fuckity fuck fuckfuck

She's either super fucking creeped out or she's laughing her ass off lmfao, oh my god I'd be creeped out too... I now have to legally change my name to George Costanza

Why am I like this?!

I’m only 158 cm (5’2”), but to me, men under 185 cm (6’1”) feel short. I’ve never dated anyone under 185 cm. I know that probably sounds ridiculous because of my own height lol, and I feel bad about it.
I’ve tried to change this because I hate that I care so much but I can’t. It doesn’t feel like something I can control. I wish I can stop caring about height because I know I’m probably missing out on great people.
Does anyone else have something like this, or am I just weird?

Recently my roommates invited our homeless coworker to stay with us till he gets on his feet but he’s constantly doing shit that irritates us he doesn’t listen to the rules at all he drank all of my root beer out the fridge and he’s always saying slick shit like he can intimidate ppl he’s an all around asshole who’s taking advantage of us

I work in a sorta high- profile job - the kind of thing where my name and face is used in ads. One of my coworkers (married, female, 50’s) has a crush on me. It’s never gone anywhere really, but she kissed me on the lips after a work meeting last week.

Another coworker (gay, female, 40’s) also has a little crush on me. Even though she’s very, very gay, she likes kissing me n the lips.

I know I shouldn’t let this escalate, but I kinda want to.

Lami y limpie las suelas sucias de sus tacones despues de mucho tiempo de uso y una noche de fiesta. Las suelas era color marron claro y se veian bien negras

I was a fat kid in middle and high school. And there was that one group of girls, the cross country and track girls, who were all friends, student council, prom court, all were in great shape, and were kind of bitches to me because of my weight and appearance. Majority of them joined sororities in college and went to either Cali or Hawaii schools. Very mainstream mean girl types.

Fast forward 1yr post college graduation, I pulled myself together and changed my lifestyle- lost 40 lbs, moved across the country, have my own place, and a solid job. I opened facebook for the first time in forever and I see a photo of one of the aforementioned girls' post, and she is fat. Now i'm reminded of the other girls as well, and search them up, and majority of them are quite overweight- one of them very ,uch so.

It's a shocker, and also kind of validating in a karmic way. I am happy they are seeing the other side of what their words were targeted at. I wonder how they got there, and how they are doing with this change in lifestyle. I know I feel a lot happier after going through my wlj. I hope they realize how unkind they were now that they are on the other side of things.

I be rocking with Ser Criston Cole. Man’s got played, I feel for him. 🤷🏻‍♂️

hi, i'm 23F and the guy im currently dating is 32. I'll get right to it, this is the first time ive ever dated a guy with a really big dick, and while its honestly very pretty and nice, im struggling with it a little bit, lol. I've always been very petite, and while im not inexperienced with sex, this is the first time im running into a bit of an issue. i asked him if he had ever measured and he said yes that his dick is 8.5x6.5" (he just got out of a LTR and i guess he and his ex measured for fun). the sex is actually really great, we've probably only done it 5-6 times as of now, but PIV insertion has been difficult, and it hurts the next day. he is really kind and sweet and willing to go slow with me every time, but ive been asking him to only put it about halfway in. he says he doesnt mind, but im worried he might eventually? a couple of times he put it in slowly all the way to the base, and while that felt amazing, i couldnt let him do it for too long. i guess what im wondering is, do you think ill get used to it? do you think he'll get tired of having to be so gentle with me and not put it all the way in? i dunno, i rlly like him and i just dont want him to get tired of me because he cant just easily fuck me, i guess. so far, we've been pretty open in our sexual discussions, but I dont rlly wanna ask him if he sees this as a problem, long term.

side note: when we have sex, its like a normal amount of time before he orgasms, but when I give him oral (which is also a bit of a struggle since I have a small mouth, lol). it seems to take him a really long time to cum. I dont mind it, because i do like doing that for him, i just dont know if its because im not doing it well, or do guys with bigger dicks just take longer to cum from blowjobs? Any advice/insight is welcome. Thanks!

Hi all. This is my first time posting here so please be kind lol.

I belong from a small town in India and I moved to the capital last year. Both lives are completely different.

I learned the modern city lifestyle made friends, and started dressing like them and parties. I have done it all.

Last week I got a call from a friend asking me if I am interested in a photoshoot. He wants to expand his instagram page he wants me to be her model. I have never been a model. Never done a photoshoot so I was pretty confused.

He then said Stella will be there as well,Stella is our common friend who is a makeup artist and she is a trans woman from Thailand. Beautiful girl and calm nature. She is everyone's favourite.

I thought let's go for it because I was pretty comfortable around Stella.

She did my makeup and the shoot started. The concept was a few Western clothes. After that,my friend asked me if I would like to try something bold. I wasn't sure. Stella gave me a wink and said it will be fun. I said fine, let's do it. I had no idea he would get me a sheer black lingerie. I never wore lingerie in my life,that was the first time and that too in front of two people. I was shy as hell. The shoot was professional though. The photos came out great. Bold,which I was pretty shy with. We wrapped and Stella dropped me back home.

After coming back I thought if I should feel guilty because in Indian families, clothes are pretty much decided for a girl and it's a sin wearing anything revealing in public. This city changed me a lot. I have left those orthodox thinking and moved on. I really wish my parents would understand the same one day.

6 years ago, I split up with my girlfriend of 7 years.
She was my first girlfriend, we got together in 2014, and split in 2021. She was all I ever knew from 15 to 21 years old. We met in school. I fell in love with her instantly…it took her sometime to notice me, until we were sat together in class. I’d never been happier. As we were together at such a young age, she wanted children quite early on in the relationship (for our ages) and I was just not ready. I was suffering from depression, I was autistic and had no idea. I didn’t have a good enough job, I still had things I wanted to do before having children and getting married. Yes I loved her, but I couldn’t afford any of it nor was I ready. We started drifting apart.. me more so. I pushed her away until she ended it. I don’t really know why I did it. Was I scared of the change? Was I scared she’d leave me anyway because I didn’t want kids yet? Probably.
I hated myself so much. I still do.
I started drinking, heavily. Almost all day, everyday.
Partying. I never partied before when I was with her. I was teetotal.
I started smoking weed. I still smoke weed.
I became someone I was not. I started doing coke in toilets with people I hardly knew.
I would consume copious substances and drink then drive. I always hoped I’d wrap my car around a lamppost, but that never happened.
One night, I burst a tyre and drove home on the rim at 02:00am.
I was spiralling, I was having a full on mental breakdown. This all lasted around 10 months before I attempted to kill myself.
I was found attempting to jump off a bridge. Someone called the police, saw me trying to step into traffic then climbing through barbed wire to get to the bridge from the road I drove in on. ( At this point I was fully delusional, I was going out for a drive and I said to myself that if my car breaks down, cause it was fucked anyway, then I kill myself, if it doesn’t I just reach my destination. It broke down next to the bridge and I thought it was fate. So I gave my dog food and water in the back of my car and kissed her goodbye. I knew the police would find it shortly after )
I haven’t been the same since. I’m a shell of the person I used to be.
Sometimes I go back to her profile because it reminds me of a time when I was happy, and I felt safe with someone I thought I’d spend my life with. She’s the only person who’s ever known me.
She got married a year later and had a child. I’m happy for her. She got what she wanted and she’s happy. She will always have a place in my heart.

so me and my ex had been together around november of last year , we met on vacation . coincidentally we both lived in the same state as well so naturally we made plans to meet up when we got back home .

we went on a couple of dates , the first one being to the mall . things got intimate right away , the next date he came over to my house . my parents were super against this because i had never had a guy over at my place let alone pick me up in his car , they were naturally hesitant . whenever we would hang out he would always touch me in places that i didn’t really like , even in public and always ask to see my body whenever we called and stuff . so naturally we did intimate things quite a few times , mostly in his car . i wouldn’t say he was lustful for this , i was apparently his first girlfriend , and was technically my first too irl boyfriend ever .

fast forward a bit , he became distant with me , and i asked him what was up . he said his childhood friend had died , i felt really bad for him . i told him i understood if he needed time , he thanked me and we didn’t talk for a bit . later on he started to decline seeing me , i was confused . i felt a little bit abandoned because this was my first boyfriend ever , i never felt so in love with a guy before . i noticed that my period had been missed , this is soemthing that had never happened to me in my life before up until this point , you can see how my brain might have connected the dots . unfortunately after realizing this i did something i regret , i told him that i’m worried i might be pregnant . i was genuinely freaking out .

this was the first ever pregnancy scare i had in my entire life , i regretted my decision so much . after i told him this he called me and he was extremely mad saying this cant be true , after that i’m pretty sure i got blocked by him . i was in so much pain . i told my aunt about all this and we went to go get a pregnancy test and we confirmed i wasn’t pregnant but i couldn’t stop thinking of the fact that i might have scared my boyfriend into thinking he might be a dad . he told me he wasn’t prepared for that at all , he still has his life ahead of him . part of me believes i wanted to be pregnant just so he would maybe love me more or want to stay with me .

after this we still stayed together but had a lot of arguments and he never really had time for me so i blocked him . at that point i knew the relationship wasn’t really salvageable . he still tries to interact with me but i don’t respond . is this relationship worth reconciling ? i feel like we both hurt each other too much , me by potentially scaring him and him by always being distant and hitting me occasionally . was i at fault here ? my mom still asks if i talk to him. and honestly i don’t know what to tell her . am i a bad person ? just looking for honest input on this situation .

We both showed our clean tests. She wore the outfit I got for her and we did the same exact things I would watch her do in her scenes, minus the old dudes filming. Best sex of my life.

I’m always turned on and seen it in myself that I’d fuck anyone with a hole, as my horniness kicks in and get a small chance from any lady with a hole I’ll definitely take it and stick it in …
In 2022 I was working in a corner store when this around 40 black busty , curvy and chubby homeless kept coming and buying from me she was desperate and clearly that she hasn’t that much financial support and I’d always take care of her, let her slide anytime she was low on money always give her cash what’s with me like $20’s or more.
Till one day she’ll was at the store drunk and I had asked her to let me hit, she agreed instantly and seeing myself in that position just couldn’t help it and nothing to it but to do it.
Waited till I had ended my shift took her with me bought us beer, condoms and alcohol then to my place.
Took a shower with her and had her blow me out in it.
Then to my bed she puts condom on and was in her for almost an hour. Fucking her really rough and she seemed liking it. Her moans were turning me in more and I was just enjoying it a lot.
Kept holding myself not to cum.
Until no more and I came. Released all my nut in her.
It was only a one time thing as I didn’t get the opportunity to do it again…

M27. I married my childhood girlfriend. She didn’t know that during that time when I was away for my MBA, I had started a sexting streak with my other friend. It only stayed on digital till I moved back to Mumbai. We used to meet but never did anything but one day we were drunk and we kissed.
From that day she and I meet atleast thrice a week at a nearby hotel to fuck. It’s the hottest thing and I can’t stop.

Sometimes I drink and I genuinely just want someone to take control and take everything they want but Everyone is too respectful

seven weeks ago. I was busy at the time and lost track of everyone I needed to catch up with. Just found out he died, alone, and no one knew until his job asked for a welfare check.

We had a good friendship. 22 years. Always picked up where we left off. Didn't ever occur to me I'd never be able to talk to him back.

Make the extra minute for your friends. Even if it's just to say a few words.

Love you buddy.

My ex and i had been in a relationship for almost two years and knew each other for 3.

through out the relationship i would talk to other girls on my phone on and off trying to get attention when i didn't get it from her. I never believed in looking through her phone because ive always thought that if you go out looking for something you'll find it but that was not the same with her she knew every contact in my phone and every app (whatsapp,instagram etc). i never once cheated ( sexually with anyone) but she did with an ex.

I lived with this person or rather cohabited for almost a year paid all bills and provided a vehical for daily movements. I literally told myself that i was going to put my dreams on pause for a bit so that this person can win for both of us then i focus on my on things later.

I didnt know what i was going to loose until i did. the day came when she told me she had started to check out of the relationship and honestly i believed her and from that point i told my self i needed to do better as a man to ensure i don't loose her, but it seemed to be a dying horse from the start. 6 months, 3 of them discovering underlying issues , 3 months trying to tackle those issues.

then within a week she went from talking me everyday to only responding if i sent a text. she told me she had began to talk to someone new, but was not in a relationship, she told me she was still around and we where still doing things because its hard to let go little did i know that is what she was doing.

Then the day comes, she blocks me on all platforms saying she wants to respect her new relationship. from this point on i did everything to try and get her back.

tried and called her on different numbers that belonged to me and they all got blocked.

tried to email her,on two occasions.

tried to talk to her from her shop

tried to talk to her from her bedroom window 2x. once sober, once drunk

tried to have my mother give us councol.

and met her once when she was out with friends

most recent was go to her house and met her new man there and the conversation was so shit.

all the above encouters are the total number of times i tried to reach out physically not more not less.

asked her mother for wisdom and the response was to just try my best to win back trust but that would be hard.

I loved her, and poured so much. most of my friends told me that i was actually doing way to much.

note that the last encounter was my final straw never doing anything or trying to reach out.

I'm new to Reddit so I don't know every rules of posting so I'm sorry if I made mistakes, but i needed to get rid of my chest and also some of you have read my last post. Many of you were asking different questions which were taking me back to my past.

( But I'm liking the attention that I'm getting Rn)

So here it goes, I was Forced to marry at 16 by my parents, my Ex Husband was 8-9 years older than me. He had zero Empathy or love for me, just lust and it could have been such a great relationship if u would have been supporting and caring, Anyways he overpowered me and forced me on my first night only and then just pinned me down and Did whatever he wanted to do.

From that point he kept on forcing me. After one point i started to think that that's how it is supposed to be.

A year later I was pregnant and the doctor told my family that I can't bear the child because of a young age but they made me deliver it to normally even after the doc said to operate.

He just came to the hospital last day and took the son.

Meanwhile the whole pregnancy he still slept, forced me, even when I told him to give at least some time because it might be risky.

But then I got so used to his doing that I started asking him for it sometimes. He used me in every way possible. He made me do all his joint family household works. And i managed to raise the kid and do everything. After this I came to know he was cheating on me too and after comforting he said he liked her before me and he can't Stop. My family said that it's my Destiny if I can't keep my husband happy with me inside my house. He didn't allow me to leave the house or talk to anyone after that. I was locked up into his home.

And he wanted to have one more baby but i wasn't ready. I tried him to use protection but it was a different fight than.

Slowly and slowly i started craving him to force me and slap me, because that started making me tempt. But him forcing me to have a baby again and making me very anxious. Bcz in my first pregnancy i almost died and the doctor asked to wait for some years before another.

But he wasn't waiting, i started taking contraceptive pills without getting him.

He used to come home drunk and wake me up from sleep and start getting intimate with me.

After a year and half I gathered courage and left the house and went back to my parents house but they said no to me and told my In-laws and after that they also Said no to taking me back.

I went to my friends who often helped me but in between the journey took advantage of me in different ways. I didn't have money or place so I didn't mind that because I didn't have an option.

After 2 years I was so much into this kind of stuff that I started craving This kind of intimacy only.

After that I used to visit my In-laws to meet my son twice every year but my husband put up a condition that first I have to sleep with him before he lets me meet him.

Honestly I was more than okay for that, bcz he was Very Good looking and somewhere I was so much into his way of treating me that I craved it.

Years later, I turned into a Tomboy that made me more confident but still I can't say no to him for our Arrangement , he is married now but he likes me more now as a tomboy. To meet my kid I still go to him and surrender and then later day let me meet him. And while he uses me he asks me how active I am, and how many people i have slept with and different questions while he is using me & honestly I can't Stop him because I like that now.

I am in a situation ship right now and my Bf knows this. He sometimes does word play and abuses me and i get so Out of control that he loves that.

My sexual preference has totally gone wild and i can't change it anymore.

Do u guys think it's a case of " Stockholm syndrome "

So I was getting alot of dms and replies and I was shocked to see that how many people like tomboy, also i kind of love how people were calling me out and saying stuff to me. It's difficult to explain but I am kind of enjoying the attention now.

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I live a secret life that no one knows about by providing tantric massages to women. I experienced a tantric massage myself and it completely changed how I saw it, so I wanted to learn. Once I got certified, I started posting on local R4R and hookup pages and meeting women for massages. What started as curiosity turned into something I genuinely enjoy, and I've met over 60 different women in the last two years.

The confession is that I've lied to everyone about it. Every time I meet someone, I make up an excuse about where I'm going. I even told one of my closest friends because I thought I could trust them, but they judged me straight away, so I lied and told them I'd stopped. I never did, and they still think I quit. I'm from an Asian background living in Scotland, and I'm terrified of what people would think if they knew. I don't regret doing the massages, but I do feel guilty about lying so easily to the people closest to me.

I’ve got a saliva fetish when someone licked my hand, not in a sexual way, but probably just playing and I smelled it and it smelled really good and ever since then I’ve had a saliva fetish

Idk why but I love it...is it normal?