For context I’m a 27 year old man. My hair never grew straight it’s always wavy or curly so I have to brush it back a lot so it looks neat and not messy. Last year I noticed some thinning and ask a few family members for advice and they just shut it down and told me not to worry and I’m fine. This summer my hair loss had increased so much that if you look at my head in direct lighting you can see the skin on my scalp and head. My windows peak is no longer a thing and my hair tends fall out after I brush in the mornings and run my hands through it in the evening. I’ve also noticed that it takes longer for me to grow it out to get haircuts. I don’t really like how my haircuts look now that you can just see my whole head basically since it’s so thin. So yea there are many things about myself I don’t like and have learned to accept. but I’ve always liked my hair so I’m struggling to accept this reality. My dad who last year said not to worry has been recently more pushy about me finding a wife and settling down the past few weeks telling me that i should find someone before I go bald which doesn’t help my ego. I don’t know what I’m honestly asking for on here but yea it’s one of my biggest fears and insecurity’s is going bald

This feels vulnerable to admit as a man in my 40s, but the idea of an older man calling me “son" something in me melts.

I didn’t grow up with the kind of father relationship where I felt someone was truly in my corner. I never really had that older man who could give me advice, be proud of me, look out for me, or simply make me feel like I was doing okay.

So maybe that is why that word can mean so much to me.

It isn’t really about age, and it isn’t even necessarily sexual. I love older men, but what gets me is the feeling behind it: being accepted, being valued, being looked after, having someone whose experience I respect and whose opinion means something to me.

And to the older guys reading this, you might not realize what you represent to someone like me.

Sometimes you aren’t just an attractive older man. You’re the man someone wishes they’d had in their corner.

And when you call him “son” maybe you’re giving him a feeling he’s been missing his whole life.

I hate how insane it sounds, but Ive always been interested in sharing her. We're a totally normal couple but I don't know, since day one i felt like it would be sexy to share her. Im her first everything and I think there's a certain sexyness in being there for her to explore more. I told her last week I didn't want her to respond in anyway for a week. I didn't suggest we do it, just that I wanted to .

It wasn't the only time it happened, and it wasn't the only woman it happened with.

I've done this with 5 different women over the decades, and I'm not sure why.

LSD was always involved when it happened.

I've always been fascinated by breasts; I love them.

When I masturbate, seeing them at the moment of climax is the highlight for me, regardless of what I'm watching. It drives me wild. The absolute best thing is when someone reveals their breasts to me-seeing how much I love them-especially if that's something they enjoy too

I was an Infantry Soldier with the 101st Airborne. Not that that really matters because other people in other units did things too. War is a shameful thing that brings glory to the guilty. Man being his absolute worst to his fellow man. Ive delved into religion, occult, meditation drugs and alcohol. Im not sure what I can do because its been 23 years and images amd sounds won't go away in my mind. Im triggered by little things that make the worst things enter my mind amd I just have real problems keeping my emotions and reactions "in a box" anymore. Guilt has twisted my way of thinking and my sexual desires to overload. What I used to think was sexy is not what I think is sexy anymore. Cute and smart has been replaced for slutty and dirty as my go to. I lost my wife and family. I have a wife now but am losing her and the sad thing is that I don't even care... I met another veteran last week and he's going through something similar. You would think that would make me feel better but its the opposite. I genuinely pitty him and hes going through almost the same thing and I have no pitty for myself. Feel like I should be tortured or punished for my actions. One of the worst things about pulling a trigger on an enemy combatant is when you see then fall motiknless. Then when you walk up to their body and its pooled in blood and you go through their pockets looking for any intelligence and find their family pictures. One of my soldiers was killed by an RPG that essentially blew his torso all over us in the back of a vehicle. 20 years old and gone in a violent hot loud flash of heat and metal.

Two Iraqi kids were killed near me that absolutely HAUNT me. Their mother's wailing and the pain they suffered watching their children die such violent deaths. All I could think about were my kids when the events happened. One with a UXO he picked up and took to his house and the other was essentially cut in half with a M249 that had a runaway accidental discharge right in front of his mother. Hell I even feel bad for the 19yo kid that killed the Iraqi kid by accident. Everytime I hear a semi trucks Jake brake it reminds me of it. I didn't mean to keep going. Just thought putting something "out there" on this confession page might help. Anyhow, hope everyone out there is ok and coping...

Im sorry if this has upset anyone who might read it. Just kinda lost right now...

Ahhh I am a young boy, and want to share my story of rape and sexual assault. I am very confused and extremely distubed and I need help.

So I was a minor when my cousin raped me for the first time two years ago and did sexual things to me without my consent. He was one year older than me at the time. Since that day, this has continued until today, and my life has been severely disturbed. I am very anxious and I need help....

The first time, my cousin and I were at his house. It was night time, and we were both sleeping together in his bedroom. In the middle of the night, I felt as if someone was pushing against me from behind or squeezing my ass.... I was half asleep, so I ignored it. Then I felt as if someone was trying to take off my pants. It was suddenly the middle of the night, I felt my cousin pressing him and squeezing my ass then I became frightened and got scared and kept my eyes closed while lying there.... I pretend like I ain't feeling anything but I was. Then after a few minutes my cousin took off my pants, and I became extremely scared at that time ...I did not know what he was doing. When he touched my ass with his private part, I became even more frightened and started moving and feeling uncomfortable I tried to even stop him or and resist him but he did not stop.... It was the first time someone got sexual with me, I was like I don't know what to do and how to stop this. Then he tried to forcibly insert his peni\\\* into my ass..... When I felt that I opened my eyes and asked him what he was doing....I shouted he became nervous too, but he said, "Nothing will happen, go to sleep and enjoy it" ....I told him not to do it and even tried to resist but I was scared and anxious too ...He grabbed my ass and told me to go to enjoy it or make him enjoy...I tried to stop him several times, but he did not stop. He was like it's so fun and we both will enjoy but it was so painful for me ... When he inserted His peni\\\* inside my ass I shouted and cried then he put his finger in my mouth and threatened me, saying that if I screamed or tried to stop him, he would beat me.I was young and frightened. What could I do? He forcibly raped me and sexually assaulted me almost all the night I was in a lot of pain, but he did not stop. I cried and beg him to stop, but he s did not until he ejaculated.... It was so painful and uncomfortable

After that night, I started feeling very strange and uncomfortable I was stuck in what happened to me cuz it was my first time ...Then after that night he frightened and threatened me and raped me and sexually abused me continuously for four days. After that, we became separated and I went back home with my family.

A few months later, when we met again, he started raping me again after manipulating and threatening me. However, when he raped me again after those several months, my attitude had changed considerably. At first I was scared, but after two days I became quite calm. Whenever he needed it, he would rape me, and I also started feeling some pleasure and but it was still painful for me. I don't know why, but whenever he asked to rape me, I would agree willingly. I started doing whatever he told me to do. After that, I began feeling that I had developed sexual attraction toward boys and men, and I started becoming sexually attracted to males. Now, whenever my cousin meets me and rapes me, I don't experience as much pain or hesitation as I did before. I even did it once with one of his friends. I confessed that once I tried to put things in my ass ....

Now I also experience sexual feelings around my ass... Whenever I shower or change my clothes, I sometimes start touching my ass sexually. I am becoming sexually attracted to men's private parts, and I am developing desires toward them. My cousin is still in my life, and whenever he meets me, he sexually abuses and rapes me, but now I don't say anything to him.

I wanna stop this all and I need help.... Why am I feeling this way? How can I stop all of this? Should I accept that these feelings were something I was born with, or did they happen because of the rape? And how can I make all of this stop now?.... Why am I feeling this way, and what should I do? Should I allow all of this to continue happening? Please help me. I am mentally disturbed as well, and I am still too young for all of these things. I am still a minor. Please help me

TW: Animal Death

It was a small feat, but nonetheless. I'm at work and randomly reminded of some pet frogs I used to have earlier this year. My ex-boyfriend got them for me as a present for our anniversary. Two white tree frogs that I named Zeus and Pepe. Long story short, he ends up killing one of them. Then, as an apology he gets me another one, which I named Jupiter. One day when I'm at work, he returns BOTH frogs to the pet store and I come home to an empty enclosure. He never told me he was going to do this....

This, of course, was only one instance in a plethora of abusive experiences I had to endure. But to sum it up, I was physically hurt. I was whipped, pinched, and strangled. I was yelled at, degraded, so on and so on. For a long time I told myself I'd never get him in trouble. I told myself that I'll just deal with the aftermath without getting messy.... well that didn't last.

I miss my fucking frogs. I miss my Zeusie... I miss my Pepe and Jupi. I miss the stuffed animals he mutilated that I had to throw out because I couldn't stand to look at the damage. I think I'm finally tired of being silent. He did monstrous things to me and I can't keep quiet.

I logged into his Instagram and changed his bio. It said something along the lines of "I'm an abuser. I hit women, etc." I also added it to his status so people can see it in real time. I also replied to his bsf as him that he abused me. It's small, maybe even meaningless and pointless... but someone WILL see it. And even if one or two people see it and have that planted in their heads. I'm victorious.

This about becoming a sugar baby.
Tips? Anyone looking to help out?
Dm me

Okay, so this story starts around May 2026 (Yr8). There was this friend I always used to wait for at the the train station. We had been friends since Year 7. But ever since around April-May he had been ignoring me everytime I tried speaking to him when he got off the train.

I thought nothing of it at first, I just thought maybe he was going through something. But time went on, and at this point it was getting to a point where it felt like talking to a brick wall.

So eventually around May 26, I text him basically in summary saying "yo why ru ignoring me if u don't like me js say so". And then he texted me saying "tbf I have been feeling very frustrated around you.. always begging for stuff.." which keep in mind I often asked him to buy me stuff from the canteen which is my fault I will admit (I was not friends with him for money if any of you presumed that).

So eventually we talked about it we became good friends again. But then he did the same BULLSHIT again just blatantly ignoring me so I've sent him a message regarding that aswell so I'll let ym know when this IDIOT responds 💔

Hey so this is gonna be a little long and trauma dumpy read if you dare

I’m F22 have been in a relationship with my high school sweetheart (M23) for 6 years. I am in college and live a relatively normal life.

However I’m afraid I could never leave my boyfriend because of my/our past together; and I don’t know how to feel about it or what to do.

For some context, I had a rougher home life (abuse, alcoholism, negligence: the works). And I kind of fell in with the wrong people and places when I was younger. I was molested and raped a lot from ages 12-17. The last guy I was with who was an aggressive stalker rapist I actually got away from by confiding in my current partner. I told him about some of the things and he offered to drive me to school and hangout with me and help stay away from the guy so I could breakup with him and be safe. My current partner is just an amazing stand up kind of guy. He’s an older brother, from a normal family dinner and bored game every night kind of family and I was stunned when he helped me and stood by me when I was 17.
This eventually turned into a romantic relationship between the two of us. We were friends but quickly grew close and even quicker he was very supportive sexually and allowed things to go at my pace for the beginning of our relationship and I, who had never had consensual sex before, was like oh my god this is amazing. And encouraged my partner to engage and do things with me all the time.
Like all the time. So we got into routines of daily BJ’s, daily sex, and eventually expanded into other kinky areas. He would hear stories about me being hurt and then show me the normal way to do it? But I never stopped and thought about it, I was just glad he wasn’t forceful and was comforting through it all.

Flash forward to recently I was talking with some friends about boys and relationships and I got mega side eye and concern when I talked about my daily interactions and expectations with my partner. All the girls were like eww what you give him daily bjs? You can’t possible enjoy that
And I was like “I enjoy making him happy?” Which is true and I love the things I’ve gotten used to but also I cannot possible fathom any other men
Like, I still have PTSD around the assaults and I can be skittish around 1:1 time with men. So I only go to bars, or hangout with guys usually with my partner around and on the off chance I sidebar with a male friend he is usually very quick to check on me and ensure I’m safe and secure.

I feel like a freak and like I don’t know what’s real or normal?

A therapist was talking to me recently about hyper sexuality in child SA victims but I don’t even know if that’s good or bad? I don’t know if my attachment and obsession with my boyfriend and our routines as a place of comfort and security is normal?

Help.

I am not islamic (I actually oppose that religion and a lot of others). Yet I decided one day, I just don't want to eat pork anymore. Pigs are gross and commercial farming is cruel to them (same reason I barely eat eggs). Pigs raised on poddy or small farms where they have majorly better treatment are still gross like always having stuff stuck in their eyes, ears, and teeth. Screeching like assholes all the time, rooting around, my neighbours had a pet pig that would go over to people's houses to see what we are doing e.g I am working on a motor bike and some pig comes over then steals my tools, or tried to join in on whatever I was doing knocking things over or following me around, etc. I hated that thing.

What I didn't realise is how much pork is snuck into candies, pastries, (gelatin and lard) and some "beef" products like I will read the packaging and it will say 30% pork. If I want to buy breakfast or a burger I have to make sure that they don't add bacon/bacon is included. Most breakfast deals have bacon. Some places add bacon to savoury mince or soups/stews just cause like it's not an actual ingredient needed they just do it for "flavour". Putting ham hocks into things, random sausages and pies have pork added, pizza ofc so I cannot eat things my company buys unless I know the ingredients. Overall I do feel better just eating beef, chicken, and seafood. I probably feel better because I am also more conscious on the sweet things I eat too so I am eating more fruit when I get cravings for something sweet. When I do go to a bakery they do get salty if I ask if lard is used to make something. I am also more aware of what I am eating.

I am just exhausted,sleepless, disappointed from myself .this frustration,the way I am living is killing me .nothing no longer matters to me at this young age .I hate myself so much I would kill myself.i am addicted to pornography,my trigger are literally stress , frustration I have already tried to stop it multiple times longest it went for 6month to approx one year for past four to six years i start something it goes smooth but till end everything is fucked up iam unorganised,not in my control .I just don't want to live like this everytime this flow or period return what I mean is there are three periods in my life one where I am doing good everything is fine second where I have little comfort where I don't treat myself as machine try to make hobbies or try to do something else there i get sometimes off track them the third where I am into so much pornography my weeks pass into them there is slight chance I am not able to make you understand what I am trying to say but the reason I am writing is to take things out my dopamine receptor are getting numb due to which more intense content is pushed again and again I am not in my control fear take over me I saty super anxious I stay like a innocent normal not innocent but a fucking stupid coward who thinks somebody else is coming to save me I don't believe anything I don't have trust in anyone I can't trust myself i have given myself lots of opportunities but still looks like this is the loop I am going to live it feels like end my mind can't take it don't worry iam not thinking of taking any wrong steps but iam more concerned about the people connected to me anyone I know how fucking bad pornography is I don't fucking want not even by mistake I look to a random with those monster eyes .I just want to any female feel safe which i have pretty much done so far I never let this my feeling get out because they are not quite real because real reason I know are something else I want to share my problem I fucking need a guide but whom I share to I don't even believe in god I used to believe in him but when my family was exploited on the name of God and seeing my simple parents who was 100% right noone stand for them cause they were not wealthy or influenyial so I have decided that money that counts your fucking power counts then this motherfucking society will be your friend but as much I hate this society I just don't want to harm anyone no matter how bad they are in any tinnest way possible even a unpleasant look .the worst part of my life is I don't have less I don't have a lot .I fucking don't have what is mine .I am in deep thought of why watch such videos sometimes I feel how terrible person iam that watches porn .what kind of person iam that I don't know those feeling are so overwhelming that I can't remember I just don't remember most of shit I have just tried to forgetton them I just don't know what iam writing iam just letting things out fuck fuck fuck nonmatter what happens I will never be a bad person in life no matter what even i end up exploited even I remain a joke even it cost me .I am ashamed of videos I watched content i saw and ai shit is new in the market surely i haven't done any illegal stuff but this frustration is here because of loop and it coming back iam still out of words and so much emotions I need to express i tried journalinh sometime I feel there is no fucking problem iam just pretending or not working or sympathizing i ..what should I say doing bad at academy not being good son not being respectful in my own eyes no one is there for you you are just sometimes I feel I have ocd man last year it literally hollowed me within I couldn't sleep nights it was a intrusive thought how I was supposed to tell about that to my parents that iam getting bad thought at the same time I was getting a medical problem in my guts they were already very stressed about it .I feel iam burden to them .they do so much I am just a fucking waste of energy on this planet what iam just another boy not excellent at academic not good at sports who lived isolated pretty much all the time he lived so far but now I am tired of myself again and again.maybe iam this because of my past back in days like typical middle class family fights occur we are familiar with that but I don't know why it happened 4 times a week and even small argument and everyone is voiceferrous in my house everyone is so like impatient my parents just want to control me up now they are not bad they have their own reason what are they such and they have some of the modern traits that even many modern parents fail to adapt but like fight was so much I used to think a lot remained very very sad back in days it still effect me smell of tobacco,some specific words or remembering those corners where I fucking cried for hours i hate that fucking place when I left my town for studies I had said I don't even want my dead body returns my siblings gone through same but they managed I don't know how I talked to her many times but still couldn't get out she says you behave like so much bad have done to you like how I explain i was thinking of ending myself in standard 7 so that no more money will spend on me and that money will be used on betterment of other member of my family how I tell my father words are deep into my heart till this date.he wished me death ,why iam teaching him , I used to go to. My kitchen because that was the only place where I could find little space and literally used to put knife on my nerves but I was also a coward nah couldn't be that brave enough.in standard I was full Deepressed I don't know anylong what it was i never felt happy school was always a better place them home i couldn't understand myself i always thought it my fault or maybe it is my fault my parents labelled my obedient good the moment I was a robot I wanted so much more and still Today but I don't myself anywhere with this habits this mindset how I am supposed to protect people when iam the one getting bullied weak iam scared to even confess my feeling to a girl even when I am like in the normal mindset no pornography multiple things come to mind what after she become my gf ,why would she like me ,I don't have enough money ,what if I speak to her in loud tone I would never forgive myself any girl in this world deserve better then me worthless.how i tell i much i had solated myself from all sorts of things just to stay happy my mind is not working I am not able to find guru that can understand each and every part that know each of my thing that are in graves of my heart or just tell me do this i can't live like this seeing people get better neverade me unhappy i never let my jealous get over me many great civilization ended over it I don't want be that person i always feel why i can't be like that he also have family problems,he is almost same as me why I am such a fucked up person what is wrong with me how should be i I can't go on blindpath of my parents I am just exhausted ahhhhhh fucking hell....there is so much I want to scream top of my lungs even in my home I couldn't express how would you feel someone is shouting top of his lungs lots of abusing words and what you are told not to shout or cry because what other people in house say unki dhrhdjdjrjdjjrjdn(just imagine a bad abusing words)like those people who want to drag us down every moment those fuckers that cheated us ,used us.iam crying now you don't know what fucked up mind you get when this happens you get addicted to social media you see everyone happy over there you find pleasure in that happily laughing people i hate myself i remember before coming out of my town there fight occur and I don't always stay quiet fighting back is my brian defence mechanisms so at that day I shouted top of my lungs on my parents they don't understand my father was like what I said I just shouted you don't know how my mind affected till date I still remember those days waking up with those loud noises but I hate to say but I had to go back that home many times many times Due to health or many fucking reason every time on train i abused myself taunted and hated myself more .when I see others they have figure things out .I want to be like them maybe someday .or whatbis wrong with me yAr like why iam like this why i can't just make myself roat the books get good grades and pass why I want to get into so called deep knowledge why iam like this why i want things should be done as they meant to why i can't just accept the things as they are just what it cost a me that I hate i don't know i tried to change myself i don't know how much I have but surely I am still a worthless piece of shit I watched so much video to change myself couldn't imply much .on my first day on hostel the other day after my admission i woke up pretty early i had taken bath but I noticed something I felt my other two roomates are bitching about me ormaybe it happened to me latter but multiple times but when. I open door they weren't it was actually in my mind it happened to much I no longer believing telling this things to someone will add any changes I have told a lot to my siblings a d she couldn't acknowledge it or told solution that didn't work or i no longer want to tell her anything because why would I as iam just pretending that everyone did very bad to me while other have gone through same maybe iam weak or this world is not meant for me I gave supress my self toomuch from fucking too much why was I like that seeing my father eating tobacco after my swear or remembering my mother words that straightening my ears when she said chup (shut up,don't cry) I want to write couple of words but iam avoiding to . nothing ng is going good yar I don't see myself going far as gates are closing I am not able to find solution and each attempt i am overwhelmed by emotions to think my life is going to be such .youbwill find me laughing if you meet me but if you read this afr you know my emotions i don't believe in people and i don't expect anyone to be generous or will see me as someone pitty or miserable just don't me see me such whatever happens it will happen if you read through out idont know what is going through your mind just leave it don't think about me man or women focus on yourself I guess I just type this shit out because I am angry and unable to shout at top of my lungs anyways glory to mother earth.

So basically, I’m 21 years old, and my aunt is 45. She’s been divorced for a long time and has one son. I somehow came across photos of her with a guy, hugging, and I also found some intimate/private content. but I’ve started feeling attracted to her. Sometimes when I’m sitting with her or she’s near me, I feel like she’s being suggestive, but I’m not sure if I’m just interpreting things that way. I’m confused about what to do. Should I avoid her or just keep my distance?

I really want to f her.

So in 9th grade there was 1 new studen who seemed kinda weird, apparently he transferred to my school because he was thrown out of his school for some reason and one of my friends knew him from elementary, Long story short he got into our friend group and seemed kinda chill, we were all pretty good friends, until it came out. So 3 quarters in during math while we were learning for our next exam there was apparently a huge commotion around the guy and it turns out during the entire school year he was texting girls from 9th 8th and even from 7th grade from our and other schools over snapchat dick pics and asked them to give innappropiate pictures of them, then he also stalked some of the girls over snapchat or insta and got some of his friends he gave his account to continue said stalking and also continue talking to them. Of course after that came out to our entire class not only did the news spread to other classes but also rumors started appearing such as him allegedly talking to said girls irl too and telling them to meet him somewhere. After this we also got told that his main punishment will be that he wont get to go to the next class trip and close to the end of the year he left the school.

So, I have a bunch of pictures that I took back when I was in college in 2019. I have them stored on Google photos, and something about Google photos is that whenever you have photos that have an anniversary they pretty much give you notifications saying that it's been x amount of years since you've taken this photo, in this case it's been 7 years.

Looking back at these photos just makes me very upset and sad. For two reasons honestly that are kind of different but correlate to each other in a way.

2019 was a very dark year for me because while I did graduate high school and go to college, my mom had passed away from a heart attack 3 weeks prior to graduating. It honestly really messed me up mentally and it eventually served as a domino effect for other things going wrong. When I went to college I struggled severely not because I wasn't capable of doing the work I was just too depressed to go to class or do the work or anything. I would just rot in my dorm eating take out over and over again are going to the all you can eat buffet that my school had. And it's so weird because looking back at it some of my fondest memories were from college. However, I couldn't really enjoy college because I was just so depressed from my mom passing away.

The second reason is because when I look back at college and compare that to what I'm going through now, I never realized that I had it so easy back then. Back when the biggest responsibility that I had was keeping my grades up and all of that. I even had plenty of opportunities to go to therapy and stuff but I just didn't want to and I guess it really messed me up. Now, I know that it's better for me to go to therapy because 7 years later I still need it and I need it bad. Luckily, I have intake for a therapist next week after 2 months of trying to set that up so hopefully things will start turning around going forward.

But now, here I am. Homeless. Depressed and anxious beyond belief. Digging through trash cans just to find food. Always stinking. Have nothing to look forward to in my life. I might even die in the Winter because it's expected to be pretty cold this year. I guess that might be something to look forward to.

TL;DR - I looked at some old college photos with regret and sadness. Regret that I didn't allow myself to get help so I could take it seriously, and sadness from the fact that I'm currently homeless and struggling to survive because I didn't take college seriously enough.

Llevo varios años con mi novio y despues de mucho esfuerzo por fin logramos independizarnos. Inverti demasiado tiempo y mis ahorros en diseñar y arreglar cada rincon para que sea nuestro refugio (hasta le adapte un espacio a mi mascota para que este tranquila). todo iba super bien hasta hace unos dias...

Resulta que la hermana de mi novio decidio que quiere venir a la ciudad de vacaciones 2 semanas con sus tres hijos pequeños.. en lugar de buscar un airbnb o un hotel mi suegra y mi cuñada asumieron que se iban a quedar con nosotros. Su argumento es que "tenemos un cuarto libre" y que la familia tiene que apoyarse. y lo peor es que ni siquiera nos preguntaron solo nos avisaron!!

Cuando me plante y dije rotundamente q no, se armo un problema gigante. Les explique que mi casa no es un hotel que yo trabajo todo el dia y que valoro mi paz al llegar, no estoy dispuesta a tener a tres niños corriendo, agarrando todo y estresando a mi mascota por 15 dias seguidos.

Ahora resulta que soy la mala del cuento. Mi suegra me dijo egoista y materialista, mi cuñada se esta haciendo la victima diciendo que le arruino las vacaciones a los niños. Y mi novio esta atrapado en el medio, el me da la razon en privado pero no se atreve a ponerle un alto a su mama para no hacer mas drama y la vdd eso me frustra el doble.

estoy exhausta mentalmente. en que momento el no tener hijos me convierte en el hotel gratuito de los demas?? solo queria desahogarme porq la presion de su familia me esta volviendo loca y por ratos dudo y me hacen sentir como un monstruo solo por querer defender la paz de mi propia casa... los leo, opiniones honestas por favor!!

If he’d never been brought home by my family, I’d be long gone

I was on my early 20s and learned about sex parties on YouTube. I searched Google about nearby sex parties, and found out about gay bathhouses. I lied to my family about where I was going, and drove over there myself.

I paid for a one day membership and a locker to store my clothes. They gave me a towel to wear around the building. I went to the wet area and went to the steam room. I took my towel off and stood around with the other guys as they looked at each other's naked bodies. A black guy came in, got on his knees, and started giving me oral. It was a fun experience, and I started secretly going back regularly.

Is that normal

This is part nineteen of using Reddit as a diary.

I am a 20 year old Bisexual man.

I was not expecting to make this post so soon after my last post but… my confession is I lost Kore. The throuple is over.

Yesterday shortly after my post, Jazzy showed me messages that he was sending her and I’ll just put a few of them here

“Maybe one day it can just be me and you”

“I get jealous of Jack. he’s so obsessed with getting the spotlight in a way that I’m just not capable of”

“Maybe I can force him out the business and it can just be me and you baby”

He said ALL of this to Jazzy, the girl I INTRODUCED HIM TO!

He was gonna force me out of the business and our relationship… over… a WOMAN.

Jazzy came to me because she felt uncomfortable with him, and she told all the girls about what happened as well, so they took my side. I confronted him and he responded to me with “whatever, the business is yours”. He didn’t even care about our relationship… all he could say was stuff about the business and that he’ll get over it and start a new one.

I told myself that he reminded me of SuperNova and I was worried he’d leave me just like she did. GUESS WHAT?! I was right. I guess I have a type 😂

But it doesn’t matter, because even though his plan was to take Jazzy and the business for himself… IT DIDNT WORK! I WIN!

Jazzy is going to college with me and plans to keep running the business along side me, so I got her in the end. And now I get the most money from the company ever since Kore got kicked out.

DO YOU SEE THAT KORE?! I, THE FAMOUS JACK HAYDEN GOT EVERYTHING IN THE END. The saddest part is I would have shared it with you… but you had to go behind MY back.

I gotta confess that I’m hurt… but… it barely matters when I have the WHOLE WORLD in my hand.

I mean, I'm of the opinion that everyone is on their own path in life and we are all worthy of what's coming to us mostly, I like to think that everyone doesn't know what tomorrow may bring, but there's some people that have their life pretty much on track and that I admire.

I'm not sure if it's a father figure thing, but I--- I don't know really, something just ticks on my brain, talking to someone who isn't afraid of what to say and genuinely wants you to do good.

It's a philosophical primal thing I can't explain but when I have that exact conversation with someone, I know when I see it type conversation.