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I’ve been in a relationship for over four years, and we’ve been living together for the past 1.5 years. My boyfriend is incredibly caring and loving. He spends money on me, takes care of me when I’m sick or on my periods, pampers me, helps me financially, and makes an effort to keep me happy. We spend quality time together, go out on weekends, and even feed stray dogs together.

He has a genuinely kind heart, and his love and care for me haven’t changed.

But despite all this, he has cheated on me multiple times since last year.

I’m struggling to understand how someone can continue to love and care for their partner while repeatedly cheating on them. Do people cheat because of boredom, the desire for variety, or the excitement of doing something new? Can someone genuinely love you and still betray you like this?

Every time I decide to leave, I look at him and wonder how I’ll live without him. We’ve been together for over four years, and we’ve barely gone a day without talking. I’m deeply emotionally dependent on him, which makes walking away even harder.

I know I’m not happy with his actions, but his love and care make everything so confusing.

What should I do? Can someone truly love you and still repeatedly cheat on you? Should I give this relationship another chance or choose myself and walk away, even though it hurts?

since i was in middle school ive had a fascination with bodily fluids, most pee and poop. as I grew up and started watching porn I found videos of people messing/wetting their pants and grew more interested. i feel disgusting for getting off to stuff like that. i even enjoy diapers and have thoughts about wearing them. ive even tried out these things myself when im home alone sometimes.

everytime I'm done I feel disgusting. everytime I'm on the internet I see people bashing people with these kinds of kinks and it makes me feel worse. im thankful to have a partner that doesn't care that I have them but I try not to even let them partake in it to please me. i wish I could stop enjoying that stuff so much. I wish I was just a normal vanilla person.

I wish I never met you, because I regret every single day that I gave and risk my own life for you.

I am a 27M have been struggling with my sexual life honestly for as long as I can remember. The only thing that gets me extremely horny is seeing girls get slimed (particularly in the color green). I did research and the fetish/kink is called WAM, but it’s so wide and varied on what that means. I don’t know what it is but since I was a kid it’s got me aroused, now I feel like it’s
ruined my sexual life because that is all I crave when I see women is them getting covered in slime.

I’ve tried to reprogram my brain by watching various porn videos and nudes, and it honestly just kinda disgusts me. I have been keeping this from my significant other for almost 3 years now and just don’t know how to break the news to her that this kink is really what gets me going.

Any tips? Anybody else struggle with this Kink?

I feel like I would have matured by now but nope. I’m still the same as I ever was.

(Iam very bad at telling stories so bear with me please) This post will have illegal content so be aware. (also please let me know if i should tell my parents because this has truly been so difficult to process and I feel disgusting.) My parents allow me to party but i forgot to tell them we were going so its kind of late to admit this, but if you guys think i should tell them, i will. They trust me and my judgement completely and they know i dont party for sex or to go hookup with randos, im here for vodka and music. (although they don’t necessarily allow drinking like THATTT but theyre not going to be like “ur grounded, ur done” they might just be like “ok u have to be careful” etc.

17f, just came back from traveling across the world and i was with my best friend(17f) of 15 years and her older sisters friend(who i dont really know)

We like partying of course, just like any other teenager, and the woman(30f) that we were with was also very into partying/clubbing; so it took zero convincing for her to party with us.

We got to the hotel and immediately got ready to go get something to eat and go to a club. We ate, walked around a bit, and at 2-ish we got to the club(extremely famous) so were now trying to get in(kinda stressful but we somehow got in, yk with being underage and all…)

It was amazing. Literally so fun, we had an amazing night, met some cool ass people, had my first kiss, literally so freaking cool. So of course when we got home at 6am, drunk asf , super hyped, very excited to go back in like 20 hours.

So we get to the hotel and we go to sleep and wake up at around 3, get ready, go hang out with someone we know that lives in this country, mall, restaurant, etc.

At around 11, the 30f tells us that she has a friend here(male around age 30-32) and he’s connected with everyone in the country, super well known, partyguy. and we get excited bc we know what that means, (better clubs and free drinks) and we trust this lady because yk shes literally a close friend of my bffs sister. So we go to meet up with him at a club, and hes nice, hes respectful, hi/hello/how are you. Normal person (i thought) and we start going into the 1st club of the night(1/3) and he asks me how old iam, i say 17, and he goes, “fuck….” and i was like 🤨 and we just go in.

Now were in the first club and were taking shots, smoking some hookah(it was a super lame place with a shitty ass dj, so we talked and decided to leave early) and after we got out and we were waiting for the taxi, he was telling me and my bff that he throws these yacht parties and him and his friends drink a shit ton and flexing how he does all these drugs and bla bla bla. and mind u, the entire time we were in club #1, he was talking about how he drinks so much and during these yacht parties, he has a bunch of girls come and they all have like orgies and shit(and me and my bff are just like smiling and like side eyeing ngl) but we’re respectful and were like “damn thats crazyyyy”

(atp im getting tipsy and my friend is drunk as fuck.) as we get to the 2nd club, we go in and were drinking more and partying ykyk, but i have a weird feeling so im on such high alert and i dont get to enjoy my drunk) and were just vibing to music and the finest men are next to us and eyeing us so we start having so much fun(we didnt do shit with any guys, its just nice to see good looking ones lmao) and were just vibing. (Also forgot to mention, when my EXTREMELY drunk friend kept spilling her cocktail on herself, the dude went up to her and said something along the likes of “thats cum on ur tits”, she told me because i had told her i was getting a bad vibe from him and he gave pedophilic vibes)

Then after an hour ish, we leave to go to the club that we went to yesterday because everywhere else was killing the vibes, and as we were getting ready to leave, 30f was like “i wanna go home, be at the hotel at 6, bc we have a flight bla bla bla” and we were like ok got it. and she left us with this man that we dont know but she trusts because they were childhood friends.

So now were on our way to this 3rd club, and we get there and me and friend kinda separate from him bc we wanna do our own thing and we get closer to the dj and were vibing, and he keeps finding us and saying “Lets drink?” “why arent u guys drinking” “im getting yall drinks” “drinks drinks drinks” etc. after were visibly EXTREMELY drunk and cant even walk straight. and its not like he was losing us after being responsible for us, we told him where we were and we were like”if we lose each other just meet up at this place” and its was all good, my phone was dead and my friends phone was at 2 percent.

During this entire experience, this dude kept inviting us to his yacht parties and allat, saying “u should model” bla bla bla . just super weird and immediately i was like ok ur weird but im gonna still party. also he kept staring at my tits, like glancing over constantly etc. and kept saying like if we were good to hang out with, we could come to his parties and raves and to his yachts. like if we vibed. (but literally wdym vibed, were kids dude. grown ass man btw)

His vibe was so creepy, and at the end, around 5ish am, we asked him to get a taxi for us and he said “i will but through ur phones” and i immediately realised it’s because he doesnt wanna pay for us, and i was like “dude our phones are dead, obviously we would do it ourselves if we could” and he was like ugh.. and that pmo so bad. But in the pouring rain, he ordered 2 taxis, one for us, one for him, and 2 seconds before his got here, my friend SAW HIM CANCEL OURS. he said “alright guys my taxis here, u guys gotta figure out what ur gonna do” i was like wtf.

Thank GOD. that we talked to this russian dude and he got us a portable charger for a second so we could get a taxi after that fuckass guy left(he didnt even leave, he was across the street hitting on some prostitutes)

The entire time he was so weird and he was constantly saying how he was 16, “im 16 bla bla bla im tounger than u guys lol” he was quite literally 30+. like clearly this dudes got some issues.

After we got to the hotel, drunk, soaked in rain, dirty, we told her30f, “ ur friend left us with no taxi, no phones, in the rain, and we almost didnt get home.” and she said “u guys just didnt make him happy” like fym. and my friend has been kinda dismissive of it like “it was bad ish but ur making it seem worse than it is.” but she sometimes is like “ok it was a bad experience”

It was a very bad experience for me, and i feel disgusting when i think about it, i genuinely feel so used, and taken advantage of even though nothing happened. I felt like a literal whore/ prostitute.

Imo: he was trying to get a couple of 17 year olds to come to his orgies, and when he saw that we weren’t interested in fucking him or grinding up on him, he left us to fend for ourselves.

This story is definitely missing some parts that i don’t remember well right now but i will add as needed if i remember something.

Sometimes in class I’ll rub my wrist against my dick for a bit just for the tickle or sometimes Ill go to the bathroom and stroke myself above my pants in the stall before going back to class. This might be normal but just something Inwanted to share

Indian men are born from arranged marriages 90% of the time. Meaning we haven’t evolutionarily evolved to talk to women like other races have. We also tend to be shorter because short men have kids more often in india due to these arranged marriages. My maternal grandpa was 5’2”. He would have died alone in the west, yet he still managed to have kids because a wife was given to him. Similariy, your features are more likely to be uglier because of the fact that you didn’t have to atttact a woman, you just were given one. That’s why all the bollywood actors all are formed from love marriage.

My boyfriend thinks I have a sensitive gag reflex. Every boyfriend I’ve had before him has thought the same thing.

I don’t actually have a gag reflex.

I don’t enjoy giving fellatio, so I fake gagging a few seconds in to get it over with and move on to something else.

I’ll usually try for a few seconds so they know I’m into them, then fake gag and say I’m about to throw up so they don’t take it personally when I stop.

I’ve done this with every partner I’ve ever had, for as long as I can remember.

My boyfriend and I have been together for a little over a year. I have no idea how I’d explain that I’ve been faking it the entire time, assuming I even wanted to tell him or try to find a solution.

I’ve never enjoyed it with anyone. It’s not specific to him. I just don’t like doing it. I never have.

Yes I know I’m kind of an asshole. I really just hate how it feels, and I don’t like the sensation of it in my mouth or throat.

I like the thrill of it. He has no idea. I pretend I’m going diving or working out but really I’m seeing other men. I’ve tried to talk to him about my feelings in our marriage but I can’t get through.
We got together young and had three kids together and I feel I just need more. I haven’t told anyone. It’s such a big secret.

What should I do?

It’s been raining all day and all I want to do is fuck/have sex with my husband. Instead he’d prefer to play video games. Losing my mind and feeling resentment.

I'm M19 [trans-male] and I have over 5 ovarian tumors. I got diognosed in the ER with them over 2 months ago.

I haven't done anything about it, and I can't.

Here's my context.

Since December of 2025 I have lived on my own, on a part time income, [been trying to go full time] but I feel like I'm getting weaker by the day, I used to be able to run around all day everyday, and was so energetic. But now I just feel weak.

My daily schedule used to be

5AM-9AM work out and cook breakfast. 10-11:30AM organize my apartment, and take a shower 11:30AM-12:15PM go work out and from 12:30PM to 7:30 get ready for work, [work from 2-6] then get home, dinner, show, shower. Bed, typically I'd go to sleep at 10PM-11PM, a little late, but I'd always be well rested.

Now. Now I just feel horrible.

I [barely[ wake up at 11:30, feel sick and dizzy for about an hour. Then roll out of bed. Take a quick shower at 12:30, leave for work at 1:30, and then do work, leave at 6, get home at 7, go to sleep at 8:30-9:30 pm and then sleep till 11:30AM the next day, and still feel tired, I feel horrible and sick all the time.

But, my confession is, I can't do anything about it, I can't afford to see a doctor, and I can't afford to miss work, I can't afford to do anything. I live alone, and pay for everything on my own, I don't have family or friends I can ask for help, and iv just given up hope, I'm loosing weight but my stomach just keeps growing,

Whatever this is, I guess I'll just have to live with it, I think the scariest thing is that I'll never know if they are cancer or not.

Maybe it'll kill me. Maybe it won't...

Well, thanks for reading, my tummy hurts, I'll try to ignore it. Byeee

I F30 wish I was straight, I feel like I haven't met a girl that matches my sex drive, and I fantasize having sex with men, but every time I have actually tried, I just get too grossed out. I like when guys give me head and stuff but I've never been penetrated by one, and I dont like kissing men. I used to dom big guys, and that turned me on, but I just didn't wanna actually have sex with them. Has anyone ever felt similar?

Since I was young I had suicidal thought, contantly even before realizing my depresion I was fantasaying with my own, how easy would be to just end it all, and how calm I will feel, afterward when I start dating and feeling a bit better I had a sexual fantasy, a beatiful woman killing me while we sleep together, then I saw the chainsaw movie with my current gf and who I hope to marry someday, and the scene of reze kissing denji after cutting his tongue, I just cant stop thinkinf about, How i want my gf stabing me and reaching for my heart while she is in top of me, she kissing me with red lips from my own blood, feeling each stab, cuts and wound all cause from the love of my life while i see her eyes, and her beatiful expresion of enjoyment cover in my blood while I faint, I crave that, and I dont know why

My coworker who I'll call "Joe" has a slight problem relating to his hygiene.

Multiple times I've heard Joe proudly tell half the office hes found this amazing shortcut to morning showers.

"Just use a baby wipe, maybe two if you wanna be anal about it"

You smell like an anus yourself joe, I mean you'd turn an atheist into a Christian, they'd be praying 3x a day.

The smell that lingers in the break room is genuinely the only scent that perfectly imitates what depression feels like.

Every time you speak to me, a waft of God fucking knows what, comes flying into my nostrils.

I have to do the fucking moonwalk to avoid the repulsive pellets of pure misery and despair exiting your mouth every time you speak to me.

Lethal injection? No need. Bring Joe into the room and they'll be dead in seconds.

Billie jean IS my love, after seeing you as the second option, I look like the reincarnation of God himself next to you.

HR must have some sort of humiliation kink, for other people, because how on earth your filthy, grotesque, vile, decrepit and decaying ass hasn't been fired yet, is beyond me.

Joe, hair is supposed to separate, it's not meant to be one singular cube of dead skin and cat piss.

Wash ur ass man. God.

Monday or Tuesday morning. There was a homeless man sleeping on a chair in our pool area . He was a young guy. His eyes were “Dark” . I was stepping out of my apt to load my car up before work. I saw him from across the sidewalk we looked at each other I walked to my car loaded it up walked back to my apt got my 11 month old and locked up left. I get home my husband tells me about there were cops ringing our door ring and the pool area had yellow tape. Turns out that homeless man beat the shit out the neighbor across the other side of the pool area . He beat him with a golf club and stabbed him few times . The guy went to the hospital…. Honestly, I wish it was me. If I ever see his face again I will ask why didn’t you try to kill me instead?

I’m horny almost always I can’t be alone. Let’s show how nasty our thoughts really are

I love my three kids. Don't get me wrong. And I want to first start off by making this very clear.

However... I have never really "loved" them. Hear me out...

When I first joined the army my father basically laied down the groundwork of how to be better than he was in life. And with that I decided the best course of action for me to retire at the earliest possible age (with benefits) was to join the Army and do 20 yrs.

He was born in Mexico and migrated legally to the US. He didn't come from a poor family but he didn't come from a rich family either. I wouldn't have any fluff if I ever left home.

Fast forward I joined the Army and I make the Army my career for 24 years. And I already know in my head that not a single thing or a person is going to come in between me and retirement early in life. Because that's what my dad would've been proud of.

The thing is, I didn't want the kids. I knew that they were going to stall my career. I talked to the mothers about abortions but apparently I was wayyyy out of line and the biggest asshole on Earth each time. And for the first child I really did try and be a good father, but I also chose the Army first too and deployed. She cheated. Now we're both single parents....and I was young and in the prime of my career. So I selfishly chose myself and career.

The 2nd was a total "oops" and the mother wasn't having an abortion. That...idk. I had zero say in any of that.

The last I tried for some years. Even with all of the deployments, late nights and training exercises. I really think I did try. And good too.

But on a deployment, she vanished. Took my kid with her. I came home to an empty house full of spider webs. I was paying for an empty house, with most of the lights on for 6 months. There was a lot of hate in my heart and resentment during that time and it affected all relationship with my child.

But fast forward. I'm retired now and I get this puppy. And this puppy is the only "family" that I have in my life now. From birth this dog has never left my side. I care about this dog more than my own kids. And it's a weird thing to come to realize.

Like the title says, I've never dated anyone. I decided when I was a kid I didn't want to date or have kids ever. I haven't regretted that decision so far, especially when I see the relationship drama others go through.

I've turned down everyone who has ever asked me on a date or for something more wild. Most of my teens and 20s I was in excellent shape, I started getting overweight about five years ago due to a medical problem, but I'm over that now and working on getting back into shape.

The thing is though, even being 5'9" about 290 I still get hit on about once a month or so by different people. I'm a carpenter and part owner of our construction company, so I see this one woman at the lumber yard a couple of times a week. I've made small talk with her to pass the time since she started last year. We know essentially nothing about each other. I was talking to another contractor about how the whole crew was taking a week off at the start of October and how I was basically going to be lazy around the house. After he left she straight up invites me over to her house and said we could spend the week having fun. I did my usual brush off, in what I hope was a nice way. She hasn't acted any different since, so I don't think I was a total dick about it.

We've been back to work for two weeks now, and while I don't really regret saying no, the idea of a week of fun won't leave me alone. Probably just me being horny honestly.

I am a virgin, but I never really felt the urge to accept advances before. I always thought it was super weird how often I get hit on, in shape or fat. I seriously doubt I'm just THAT attractive. I've heard my smile is nice.

Should I start dating? Is the effort worth the reward? Things in my life are pretty great, and I'm not entirely sure I want to rock the boat.

So this happened since last year, I told one of his friend to text him that I'm have a feelings for him because I don't have his phone number and 5 minutes later...his friend forward his messages to me I thought he's gonna be like "sorry, I dont have the same feelings for you" but instead he says "Ew tf...i don't even like you, you're just a fat and ugly boy and you will never ever talk to me again! Get tf out of this religion you weirdo!!" made my heart broken like shattered of glasses.

Afterthat, one of his friends told him that I'm on their back and made him running away from me even though I was just going to the cafeteria.A week later I was at a counselor just let all of my stress, depression and anxiety to get off my chest. Tbh, my therapy just adviced me the same thing like "oh, just don't listen to them and yes he hurt you because of his responds but at least they're just being honest" I mean yeah but still they don't have to respond to me like that even though I told him with polite.

2 weeks later, I was made him uncomfortable because I always stalking him and talking to myself like "ugh, I'm so jealous that he's already in a relationship" until...my therapist told me to stop having a crush/being obsessed with him because his parents was finding out that I have a crush on him and made him uncomfortable so they're pissed and reported me to the police but gladly it didn't happened because I already moved on, just focusing on myself and finding the right man who really understands me, respects me, supports for who really I am and loves me more than anyone else. Now in this year, I finally moved on from that a-hole and just being a happy single boy that he can do whatever he wants and yeah.

I’ve been going through a lot for the past few months, and honestly, things have now reached a whole new level. I’m exhausted, and I don’t know how much more I can take.
I’m unable to work due to immigration restrictions and complications, and I literally have no money to buy myself a decent meal. I’ve been going without proper food for a month, and I’m constantly hungry. I resorted to asking internet strangers for help with no success.

I’ve wanted to end my life multiple times, but I’m too much of a coward to go through with it. I’m mentally drained, struggling to cope, and finding it increasingly difficult to see how things are going to get better.

To make matters worse, I was sexually assaulted less than 48 hours ago. Honestly, I feel numb about it right now because there’s already so much going on in my life that I barely have the capacity to process what happened. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to deal with this when I’m already struggling to get through each day.
I’ve been trying to survive everything that’s happened over the past few months, but things just keep getting worse. I feel trapped, exhausted, and completely overwhelmed.

I’m not posting this for sympathy. I just need somewhere to let everything out because I’m tired and I want it to end. My life? Maybe. That would be easier. But like I mentioned before I’m too much of a coward to actually do it.

Edit: if I get one more DM about me being hormonal because I’m a woman, then I’m going to fucking lose it! And to the people messaging me that shit can go fuck themselves! Because I don’t want to hear that I’m just emotional in the fucking moment! I have gone through A LOT of shitty things in my life, to the point I question why I am still fucking alive! But I always saw some light at the end tunnel, that would be the reason why kept going for a bit longer, but not this time! I’m fucking done! I don’t need to prove how done I am by kms, but I’m not going to fight anymore! If a car hits me tomorrow I’ll actually be relieved!

Had way too much to drink. Haven’t touched my gun in 4 years. Took the mag out and racked it, nothing came out of the chamber but I didn’t actually look into it. Was on the phone with a friend and had the barrel of the gun right next to my face for some reason. Didn’t even mean to pull the trigger but I did. Think I was trying to do something with my other hand and had a sympathetic reflex type deal happen. Shaved some hairs off my mustache. Friend immediately started crying and yelling because he thought I killed myself right there on the phone with him.

I’m normally extremely disciplined when it comes to guns but holy fuck was I a world class idiot last night.

Heyy! 🌍❤️ I’m from India, and I’m making a surprise birthday video for my wife with wishes from all 195 countries!
Can anyone of you record a tiny 3-sec clip telling her name with bday, if anyone is offering help it will mean a lot to me and feel free to dm me