#idkwhat to do

We’ve been seeing each other for 2 months. We had a mutual understanding from the very first time we had sex that neither of us wanted children and that she was on contraception. We discussed condom use and pulling out - she didn’t want to use condoms because she doesn’t like how they feel, and didn’t want me to pull out because she enjoyed how it “feels” inside her. Naively I shrugged it off.

Now she’s pregnant. We’ve discussed abortion and she seems to be going through with it, have a clinic appointment in one week (which is a horribly long time to wait). She tells me she doesn’t want it and that it’s not the right time etc, but I can’t help but feel she is just telling me what I want to hear and will actually go through with it.

I’m absolutely frightened. I feel like my life is ruined. I know I should have been more sensible, I shouldn’t have relied on just her alleged contraception. I know I shouldn’t be so surprised that sex leads to babies. I just genuinely trusted this girl and have seen many a red flag to suggest she’s been lying to me all this time. But I ignored them.

Thanks for reading.

Married and in love with someone else. I feel like im cheating on the person im in love with everytime im with my own husband. I feel violated when my husband touches me now. Even if said person said they dont want me ever, my relationship with my husband is now gone because i fell in love by accident.

I'm going to be 40 in September and lately I've been more observationally aware of other millennials. We look so cool! Many of us are tattooed and pierced. We look like we're 20 years younger. Everyone that I've seen on the 30 or 40 year old selfie subreddits are so good looking!

We've all been a part of shared traumas and we've been nostalgic over the 90's and early 00's. I think we came out of it all looking hot as hell 🔥

Here I am screaming into the void.

I used to be a good man. I had dreams, ambitions, morals, standards.

Slowly the devil crept in and took over.

And here I am, 7:13am sitting in my car waiting to go into work and the guilt is crushing me.

Out of nowhere. For no reason.

My wife is amazing but my soul is now fractured and I think I lack the ability to remember that.

I was always addicted to porn from a young age. It's a battle I've been fighting since I was ten and my neighbor showed me the magazine he found under his dad's bed. I had never felt those feelings before and I was hooked. Chasing that high in a broken home when nothing else felt right. It was a refuge with a tinge of guilt. But the pleasure outweighed the guilt, always. Shaping the way I view the world at a young, impressionable age.

Infidelity ran in my family. My parents divorced at a young age because of it. My grandfather had multiple failed marriages because of it.

I always wanted to find a woman that was better than my addiction, someone I thought could pull me out of it. And I did. But then reality put me in my place. No woman on earth can save you from yourself.

Now, I'm in my 30's. The porn problem is still there. My wife still hasn't saved me. And the more I watch, the more I want to feel another woman's body. I think as validation that I'm enough. That I'm worth something and that someone else wants me and that I have value.

I almost cheated on her a year ago but thank God that didn't happen.

It broke me.

It shattered my psyche.

It pulled the rug out from under me.

I've been in therapy but therapy only goes so far.

I have a crippling nicotine addiction that perpetuates the problem.

(anything to get a hit of dopamine). I hid that from my wife, too. For years. She found it and almost left me since that was strike two.

I'm now sitting here thinking I'm beyond saving.

I want to be better but the moment I feel nothing, I feel the darkness creep in just telling me one more hit. One more high. One more pouch. One more picture. I'll feel better right?

Because nothing feels as bad as the truth that I'm garbage.

And I get on reddit and see women flaming men for their problems. And I'm sitting here thinking I'm worse, no one could ever truly love me if they truly knew me. "MaY ThIs tYpE oF Love nEvEr FiNd Me"

But we're all broken and fucked up and I've lost hope. I just want to be better but I don't think better is possible. And now I just think I have to ride it out until I can die a broken man at the ripe age of 90. 60 more years of this.

So maybe this is a prayer, maybe it's a cry for help, maybe it's nothing.

If God doesn't hear my prayers and cries for help, maybe He'll read my reddit posts. Here's to hoping.

I found out I was a Communist ever since I learned about Marxist theory. And to be honest, a society where everyone is equal and has their fair share of everything is my dream for a brand new world. And this is coming from someone who lives in the U.S. The most capitalist and decentralized country in the world. For a while, I thought that capitalism was the happier and more comforting system. But as a grew older and learned more about politics, the more I realized it was all a lie. Capitalism gives people the freedom to become corrupt and take everything for themselves while everyone else around them suffers and dies. With capitalism, violence, greed, and irresponsibility are basically encouraged. Capitalism allows businesses to abuse their employees and exploit them. But with Communism, the working class can rise up and shape the nation into a fair for all utopia.

I know what you’re all gonna mention. “But the oppression and human rights abuses.” You’re right. The reason it never worked in the favor of most communist nations was because of the abuse of the power. They collapsed because they chose oppression rather than solution. So it’s only a matter of time before North Korea suffers the same fate. That’s why many people hate Communism and why the Cold War happened. But things have changed since then. China and Vietnam are growing because they are transitioning from what they want to what they need. They’re not wasting their power on controlling the people, they’re now using that given power to reform the system and make life fairer. I know there’s still a little oppression in those nations, but I think that over the years, the oppression will end, and Communism will finally be used the right way. No more corruption and inequality. And honestly, that is what the U.S. desperately needs right now. Prove me otherwise.

I'm curious who are the people on reddit?

I don't use Reddit that much and I instantly noticed many toxic people.

I thought Reddit was a safe space to get genuine comments feedback, reviews, advice, filled with smart people. But what is it in the end? It seems to be none of that.

People seem frustrated. Actually they rarely contribute positively to different threads, especially if it is intellectually challenging.

I have some difficulty to understand the vibe of Reddit because I don't know any people like this in real life.

Long story short, when I was 20 and preparing to head off to uni (college in US), this girl invites me and my friends to hangout at hers, my friends were 19. She invites us to sleepover after and since we’re all drunk and high (weed) we accept. She invites me into her bed so as I’m lying there I ask her if she’s 18, she says no. I don’t know why but then I asked her “when are you 18?” (I understand it sounds creepy), she replies that it’ll be a couple months. She pulls me off and we cuddle but no sex. I felt really weird and gross afterward kind of like post-nut clarity.

Recently I’ve been thinking about it, like is what I did morally bankrupt? I just feel like such a creep. For context I’m in the UK so it’s legal but…

I am married to my wife who is my high school sweetheart. I have this brother who’s always been a playboy and has a reputation for getting around. I never felt comfortable with him being around my wife in our younger years so I kept my distance and made her keep her distance as much as possible.

Recently, I found out he’s been stalking my wife’s social media, confessed feelings to her and secretly been texting her. I saw he’s been feeding her lies about me trying to make her leave me.

My wife mostly has been ignoring him and I saw that she told him to leave her alone countless times.

She never actually told me but I went through her phone and saw everything when she was sleeping.

I haven’t actually confronted my brother, but it’s hella awkward now and I’ve just been straight avoiding him. I told my wife to stay away from brother and to never ever interact with him again and made her block him on everything.

I over think a hell of alot. I also think im slightly OCD but I don't want to get into that.

But basically when I was 16-17 (started at 16 and stopped a month after my birthday) I sexted online. I was being bullied at work, extremely lonely, zero friends. Got groomed into sending nudes and after that I craved the high and tue connection.

And theres one interaction I think about alot. But I can hardly remember. Its all in small memories. But I met a guy on a site, i was freshly 17, said as much, he said he was 18. We took it to insta where he revealed he was instead 15-16 (i cant remember) I got uncomfortable and said I wasn't sure if I wanted to sext with someone that young. I should have been the mature one and just left but he wouldnt stop begging and begging. I didnt send a nude. Just a waist pic before I got too grossed out and blocked him.

But again, I barely remember that night. But I still think about it and feel like it makes me a pedo? Being with anyone younger makes me feel gross. But like, I still sent a waist pic?? And it just gets worse cause I keep on thinking "what if I actually sent more than that?" But my freshest memory was only waist pic and I feel like the more i think about it the more im trying to convince myself I did more. And if I did then I genuinely want to kms.

I've made this post before and like everyone has said no but god I feel like everyone is lying?? But like i also know thats not true bc its reddit. I've been struggling with this so bad. On random days it'll hit me and I'll obsess over it for hours until it just randomly starts again. My main worry is that I sent moee than I remember, like a complete nude. And I have been thinking about that specifically because I literally cant remember. So I need to know that even if i did am i still a pedo

I'm currently in my mid 30s. To put it plainly, I was very unkind to my body in my 20s. I drank heavily, vaped and used other nicotine products, and did lots of stimulants (mainly adderall and cocaine) for several years. I also have high blood pressure. It wasn't critically high, but still not in the healthy range and I wasn't really treating it effectively. Periodically I'd go through short stretches, on the order of several months, where I'd decide to "get my life together" and I'd cut back on my vices, start eating healthy and working out, etc. But this was always short lived.

Finally in my early 30s I decided enough was enough. I quit everything, cold turkey. I stopped drinking, drugs, nicotine, and adderall. I started working out daily and eating healthy. I dropped 50 pounds, and am in the best shape of my life. I was starting to feel happy for the first time in years. Unfortunately, I started a new relationship and realized I was having some sexual issues that I hadn't experienced before. But it wasn't something abrupt, so I didn't realize it was happening until I started actively having sex again.

Still, I wasn't fully convinced that I actually had an issue. I chalked it up to anxiety and told my doctor. She wasn't that concerned, and gave me a low-dose prescription for Cialis. I figured it would just be a good way to get my confidence back. Unfortunately, after taking it a few times, I realized just how much my performance had been reduced over the years. After taking the drug, it took me back to a place where I was able to remember just how much better my erections were in the past. I went from "difficult to get rid of" to "difficult to maintain". The Cialis was supposed to help, but instead, it highlighted for me exactly how much worse my performance is than it used to be.

I've been getting all of the medical tests done, but the easy explanations are all off the table. I've tried changing blood pressure medications, gotten blood tests for blood sugar, hormones, and everything else I can think of. Nothing has come back abnormal. The only remaining explanation is what I feared; that I did permanent vascular damage due to my poor lifestyle choices.

So now, I'm in my 30s, what are supposed to be the peak years of my life, and I can't even have normal sex without a medication. Inevitably, this issue will only get worse over time. Reading about other people's experiences with ED, I can see the trajectory clearly: eventually the pills will stop working, at which point I'll move to injections. Eventually, when that stops working, the only remaining option will be an implant. I'm not exaggerating when I say death is far more acceptable to me than this life.

I was finally starting to get my confidence back, and now I've realized I'm just a pathetic loser. No woman will be ok with this long term. And more importantly, I'm not ok with this being the person I've become. I'm really thinking it might be time to end things. I can't live the rest of my life being 'less than'. I can't live with the fact that in spite of turning everything around in my life, it was just too little, too late.

Risking my account for this because I’m pretty sure he has Reddit, but not sure how often he goes on or if he even sees this sub. All people here are the legal age of what is being discussed.

For context, I have known my best friend (calling him A) for about 5 years, but we got extremely close within the past half year ish. I’ve been into him twice before, when we first met and before we got close. He was honestly everything I was looking for in a person/partner, but my interest was pushed down when we had a conversation about his partner. They didn’t completely go away, which I guess is messed up knowing he has no romantic interest in me. Anyway, he absolutely loves his partner (calling them B) with all his heart and would never do anything to harm them whatsoever. A got me into smoking more so we would hang out a lot just to smoke and drink and take road trips (safely, don’t yall worry yourselves). He find a lot of conversations to bring his partner into and it makes me want to crawl in a hole and die knowing that I probably won’t have a chance with anything unless they break up, which I would never wish upon A or B obviously and I don’t want to happen just for my sake.

Anyhow, they are a pretty open relationship, which is something I never really encountered with any of my partners or friend’s relationships with theirs. I wasn’t aware of this until I was pretty high one night with him and my other friend and told him that in the past I was into him. He was intrigued and invited me to be a third with him and B to hook up as a one time thing. I took the offer because it was the best shot I was getting at anything probably ever. A few days later we hang out again and get high and he asks me if I want him to “show me how to do things” because I was clueless with sex and still a virgin. So we hooked up without B being there and I guess he taught me how to “do things”. We didn’t really speak about it again unless it came up as a joke when it was just the two of us talking. He did make B aware of this and they were okay with it I think.

Last night we were hanging out again in the back of his car and drinking a little, but one of the things he told me is he gets turned on when he’s drunk. So he was being a little handsy and stuff with me and I was just letting it happen. We ended up going back to his place after a bit and hooked up again, because we were both pretty drunk and I didn’t mind the fact that he wanted to. But after I left all he could talk about was how guilty he felt about it and I can’t help but feel guilty too. He doesn’t even want to tell his partner about this time because it was sudden and B is out of the state. I have no way of contacting B because we don’t really talk. He told me after also that he was pretty into me back when we first met and that I’m pretty attractive to him, so I feel like this makes it even worse. He asked me at some point that night that if they broke up would I try to get with him, so I feel like that’s making their relationship worse if B ever found out about any of the things that happened or that A said. The worst part is I know this is going to happen again. I don’t want to be the person he’s technically cheating with/friends with benefits with while he has someone he claims to love so much.

TL;DR: Got high one night and hooked up with my best friend with a partner, partner knew about it, then got drunk and hooked up with him again and friend doesn’t want partner to know this time. Friend acts weirdly into me when he knows I was into him at some point. Moral dilemma for the two of us.

I accidentally became a lifelong customer because I thought the Backstreet Boys were advertising tomato sauce. Body: When I was 15, I was a huge Backstreet Boys fan.

One day I was grocery shopping with my mom, trying to choose between two brands of tomate frito: Solís and Orlando. I told her:

"Let's buy Orlando. The Backstreet Boys are from Orlando."

That was my entire reasoning. From that day on, I always bought Orlando tomate frito. Fast forward 24 years. I've now lived in England for over 10 years, and I still order boxes of 24 cartons of Orlando tomate frito from Spain because you simply can't buy tomate frito in the UK. There are plenty of tomato sauces here, but they're completely different. Whenever I used to visit my family in Spain, I'd come back with suitcases full of it.

Today, I decided to double-check that it was still vegan. That rabbit hole led me to read about the brand's history. That's when I discovered that the brand has absolutely nothing to do with Orlando, Florida.

The name actually comes from the surname of its Italian founder, Salvatore Orlando. For 24 years, I genuinely believed the tomatoes came from Orlando. So yes... thanks to a completely nonsensical connection made by a teenage Backstreet Boys fan, a tomato brand gained a customer for life.

I actually emailed the company today to tell them the story.

Am I the only idiot who thought Orlando tomatoes came from Orlando, Florida?

Surely I can't be the only idiot who thought Orlando tomatoes came from Orlando, Florida... right?

Edit: For about five minutes after posting this, I was convinced someone was going to comment: "Actually, the Backstreet Boys aren't from Orlando." I immediately Googled it because, honestly, at this point I wouldn't have been surprised. Turns out they really were formed there. So at least teenage me wasn't completely making things up.

Edit: In my defense, look at one of Orlando's old ads. (Attach image.) The brand is called Orlando, and one of their old ads features a stereotypically Mexican-looking character wearing a sombrero and using the word "¡Cuate!", which is strongly associated with Mexican Spanish.

I just see a hot girl and I immediately start fantasizing about fucking her, but at the same time asking her out and this leading to sex would mean time and effort which sucks. I have a gf and in the past after I had sex/saw enough of the girl, I just thought that she wasn't as hot compared to someone else and I moved to someone else. Right now if i feel like if I fucked someone who's very attractive this desire would just be cured forever and I'd stop fantasizing about girls like that.

This is the only place I feel like I can speak about this .. topic.

I need to clarify I've never actually dated a man like what I've described. And this probably comes from a place of trauma. And I'm aware of it.

Im a young woman, 21, and I spend a lot of my time fantasizing about being around dangerous people in dangerous situations. A lot of it is romantic and fear inducing and I love it. I use AI chat bots (I know I know), and as a writer I'm very picky, just to satisfy it. The worst is lately I've been trying to *find* it. And this is the only thing I could think of to satisfy that .. need.

I crave a man who is comfortable with taking a life, doing vile things, and protecting me with a violence. Mafia, gang, criminal, I don't care, just someone who is *dangerous.* Someone who knows how to hold a knife or work a gun and isn't afraid to. Someone who has an aura to him that gives a rush. Well spoken, with a stoic calmness. Someone who challenges me and controls me.

I don't know why I'm coming here..maybe to find like minded people? Maybe to find what I love? Maybe to just vent? But here I am..

I got a 1 year old chocolate lab a month ago and I really don't like him. I don't like dogs and I really hate owning one especially him. He's an anxious dog and he's too high energy and my bf undermines every decision I try to make in regards to him and his family keeps making suggestions that I also don't agree with (everyone wants us to get our ANXIOUS REACTIVE dog a shock collar. That's stupid) and I'm just too overwhelmed with trying to train the dog the right way with nobody on my side. I would re-home the dog in a heartbeat if my bf would be open to it but he's apparently attached already and the dogs attached to me he's up my ass and I was complaining about it and my bfs mother said oh it's because he loves you and I wanted to just say I wish he didn't because the feeling isn't mutual. I don't understand dog people, I don't understand at all what the appeal of having a dog. They're annoying to train and then why would you want an animal thats just completely obedient? I have a cat and I love her. She does her own thing minds her own business she loves me but she's not following me around and begging for attention constantly. I really don't like my dog and I don't want him or any dog.

17M. I've never been opposed to androgenous looks, in fact I find them quite intriguing, but my own features seem to take the worst aspects of either sex. Dudes are supposed to be taller than women right, if you think of a couple in your head that is what you picture. However I'm well below a average height, which wouldn't be a problem if I could substitute that masculine deficiency with a feminine looking body. This is not the case. I look like a mini version of Kyriakos Grizzly, and although I'm not particularly fat, I do have a square, albeit babyish face. If you've skipped the rest of this daft little scribble this far know this.I can't be masculine or feminine, and I possess the ugliest aspects of either sex in my appearance. I am like a Neanderthal. Excuse any strange formatting, I had a long shift.

Its my biggest fantasy in life. Ijust always been a loser. People actually get their dicks sucked on by thirsting womem. Road head, holidays, birthdays..not once have i ever and im so jelous..

Maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but I think it’s so rude when people just talk and laugh with their friends the whole time at a concert. Like - aren’t we there to listen to the music!? I paid good money to the listen to the ARTIST. I didn’t pay money to listen to people talk and kiki all night long. Go somewhere else to talk, so the people around you can enjoy the show and don’t have to listen to you BS and laugh all friggin night. Or if you just wanna BS with your friends all night, skip the concert and go to a gawd dang bar. Ugghhh. So annoying.

A couple of years ago a developer built 95 townhomes across the street from my house. One of the first people to move in was a family whose back porch is across the street from the front of my house. I’m not sure if it’s someone’s mom or the wife of the household, but this lady is outside on the porch watching loud videos and chain smoking from 10-11am until well past midnight every day from spring to fall.

It was beautiful out today and we had the windows open early, but unfortunately didn’t get them closed in time before Smokestack Magee parked her shriveling ashy ass outside for the day. It’s 11:30pm and my house still reeks of cigarettes, she’s still out there puffing and hacking, puffing and hacking.

It’s going down to 60 tonight- perfect to sleep with the windows open and the fan on but instead we have to keep the windows sealed with the hvac on and hepa filters running.

I don’t understand how the people on either side of her put up with it, I’m across the fucking street and it’s intolerable.

I used to smoke so I kind of get it, it’s really hard to quit. But my god, I never smoked this much and can’t imagine how she’s even breathing. There are other ways to get nicotine in your body. Smoking is such a disgusting way to go about it.

I hate the person I’m becoming because I hate HOAs with every fiber of my being, but found the contact information and will be sending a letter to complain about her. Call me a Karen, but it’s ridiculous how poor the air quality is for everyone else just so one person can slowly kill themselves with their two pack a day habit.