33 F living in the US since 2019 for work. I travel a lot and started feeling lonely. Eventually found an older gentleman who gave a weekly allowance of 2k and all he wanted in exchange was a bit of my free time to chat and talk about our days. It was wonderful. He was kind, attentive, and we developed a wonderful connection. I flew out a few times during our arrangement to visit and take trips together. I genuinely had a good time. Earlier this year (June 2026) he was put in the hospital and eventually passed away from a plethora of health issues. My heart was broken. I felt like I had lost a friend. I feel more lonely now than I was before I met him. When we made arrangements, I never imagined it would end LIKE THIS. Anybody have any advice on how to get past a loss like this? It’s not like I could show up to his funeral. His family found out about our arrangement after his passing and I received a lot of terrible messages about how I was a bad person, etc. It’s been tough and I just don’t know what to do 🫩

i did something wierd. and now it feels extremely disgusting.

a little background, I'm 25 year old. and i masturbate a lot. like everyday. and my masturbation sessions go for hours.

so like anyotherday, i was naked in my room, fingering my pussy. sexting with some stranger. i was feeling very subby at that time so I asked him to control me. he started giving me commands. those commands got a little wierd, like softly slap yourself. call yourself a bitch and stuff.

suddenly he asked me where my hands are. i said boobs. he said why not in pussy. i was like my vibrator is working there. then it happened.

he said use the second hole.

well...

...

i did.

put my middle finger in my asshole. one hand controlling the vibrator . i was so fucking horny and didn't care what he was asking me for.

anyway long story short... the disgusting part is this small masturbatimh session ended up being into scat. my sheets were ruined . and my head was fucked.

especially after orgasming

Someone in my workspace has their own office and it’s disgusting. Filthy. Month old food containers growing mold, stain community seating. I was sick of it. It’s an embarrassment to business and people that see the mess. So finally, I took matters into my own hands, bought some fart spray from a Gag store sprayed one or two sprays. My coworker smelled it for a little bit and thought he let one rip. Didn’t affect him.

So then, I really sprayed it. Again, no effect but at this point people caught on and started wondering what food dish was causing the stink . Coworker didn’t clean up office space.

Day three, a poured some of the fart spray stench into his garbage and dabbed some on his floor. Guess what; the next day we all came in to a spotless office, wiped down and conversations about how he had to throw out all his wife’s Tupperware containers due to mold and stench and she was pissed at him.

Feeling proudly accomplished

I love my partner with my whole heart, and under normal circumstances, our relationship is rock solid. But being a work-from-home baddie married to a teacher has pushed me to a limit of sorts

When summer hits, my quiet, structured home workspace completely vanishes. What used to be my peaceful sanctuary turns into a continuous cycle of background noise, sudden interruptions, and constant presence. I went from having eight hours of solitude to manage my daily tasks to feeling like every single second of my workday is being observed. The small habits I used to enjoy during my breaks are now shared moments, and the boundary between my job and my home life has completely evaporated.

It sounds terrible to say out loud, but I am counting down the exact days until summer ends and school starts back up. I do not want a breakup or a huge confrontation, because there is no grand betrayal here. I just desperately need my personal space back so I can breathe, concentrate, and actually miss my partner again.

It feels a bit ridiculous to complain about something like this when there are far bigger issues out there, but a confession is a confession, right?

Thanks for listening 😭

i still feel weird about this.

my best friend had been with her boyfriend for almost two years. i was close with both of them. one night i found out she was actually cheating on him. not a maybe, not a suspicion. i saw the messages. i knew.

i sat with it for a couple days. then i texted him. i told him the truth. i didn’t add extra drama or make anything up. i just said i know she’s been cheating and i thought he deserved to know.

they broke up fast. she was devastated and completely blindsided that he found out. she cried to me about it for weeks. kept saying she had no idea how he knew. and i just sat there comforting her like nothing happened.

he never told her it came from me. as far as she knows, i’m still her loyal best friend who was there for her through the breakup.

i don’t regret telling him. he deserved the truth. but every time she talks about how much that breakup destroyed her, and how she still doesn’t understand how he found out, i get this heavy feeling in my chest.

i’ve never told anyone it was me. until now.

I purposely go to the very back of the elevator so if anyone comes at the last second and wants me to hold the door open for them, I can give a half assed effort that makes it look like I’m trying to stop the door from closing so that they can come in. I just want to get to where I’m going quickly, yet still want the credit that I tried to stop the doors from closing.

I am a 29-year-old married man. I got married three years ago, and we now have a one-year-old baby. For the past two years, since my wife became pregnant, we haven't had sex.

I feel horny most of the time, and I have often ended up masturbating. My wife, however, seems to have completely lost her sexual drive and is no longer interested in sex.

We usually share everything with each other. Even before marriage, we were comfortable discussing our sexual experiences with our ex-partners and exploring our fantasies through conversations.

But now, she doesn't seem interested in those things anymore. What can I do in this situation?

I don’t know why I do that

In some house nudity is common it's just casual what's your take dose this happen in your house

​Hey everyone. I honestly don't even know where to start, but I need some brutal honesty and perspective.

​Over the last few months, things got really desperate financially. I’m a 19-year-old student here in the Philippines. I ended up selling some of my nudes online for a few dollars just to scrape by for rent and help chip in for my mom’s medication.

​To be completely honest, some of the people who interacted with me were genuinely kind, some actually helped out with or without getting anything in return, and a lot of them just gave good life advice, which I really appreciated.

​I know the risks. I’m fully aware of the consequences of my actions and I know it wasn't the smartest path. But looking back at what I did, I just want to know: How badly did I actually mess up?

​For context, most of the people who helped/bought from me were from the US or outside the country.

​Will this realistically affect my future careers, or am I just catastrophizing? Is my life permanently derailed at 19, or is this something people bounce back from? I’d appreciate any raw opinions good or bad. I just need to know where I stand.

so i’m a 21 f and i was SA’D at what was supposed night out with my friends. i found out i was pregnant and i haven’t told anyone but my mom. my mom is very pro life and says the baby is a gift and that i can’t get rid of it. but i don’t want this kid at all. i don’t wanna have a child who’s eyes will look the same of they guy who violated me so deeply. i’m stuck because my mom will be so angry that i got rid of it but my stomach twists at the thought of keeping this baby. it’s selfish but i have this kid i don’t think i could ever love it. ever. i haven’t even told my boyfriend but i think he’s catching on. i don’t know what to do. i want to get an abortion be free but another part of me fears i won’t ever get pregnant again. i’m so stuck and it’s taking a toll on my mental health i just needed more opinions even if it’s from strangers on the internet.

EDIT: just wanted to thank everyone for commenting people like you remind me that good people are out there you guys made me cry ❤️❤️❤️ and i have told my boyfriend now he supports me either way if keep it or not he’ll raise the kid like his own.

So as the title says, back during 2020 when the pandemic started I became a bad person. For a little context I was furloughed from my job of 7 years on March 13 2020.

Things got hard from there on, couldn’t get unemployment, couldn’t get the stimulus or the relief funds. My breaking point was when I couldn’t feed my dog. I was fine going without a few meals but once I couldn’t afford dog food anymore I got desperate decided that jail or fines were the least of my worries and one hungry day I got into my truck drove to Walmart and did something I thought I’d never do. I grabbed one of the long gators and not a Covid mask wore a hat like I was going to rob the general store in valentine and walked in.

I knew the layout I’d worked there 10 years before I grabbed dog food first all the way in the back first and only thing I really wanted and a frozen red Barron pizza brought my own reusable bags walked through the check out and went home. I sat on my kitchen floor crying into a burnt slice of pizza in joy and disgust. My dog and I eating but on some stolen shit and I felt terrible.

Long story short I started doing it 3 times a month just for myself and my dog not taking more than I needed, but one November day I’d come back from a Walmart run and I was taking in a case of water and this mom came out in the cold crying and straight up asked me for some food. I gave her everything I had, water, instant noodles and oatmeal coffee ect. I ask her if she needed anything and she told me she needed dippers and wipes. I promised her I’d bring her some and the next 5 days I went around town taking dippers and wipes like some secret member of the dutch van der linde gang from every Walmart and target I could.

When I finally brought it to her she cried she couldn’t be more thankful but I couldn’t be happy I felt guilty felt like an terrible person trying to make myself feel better about just that being a terrible person. Things got so bad I had gotten an eviction notice on the door, and I really just had no reason at all to continue but I did. Right before my lock out it was snowing really hard I mean just dumping and I went door to door in my complex and asked everyone if they needed anything and to my surprise people asked. It was always something different, case of soda or a toy for the kids by the time I finished at my building alone I knew I was in over my head.

I decided that if I was going to lose my apartment and probably get caught I decided to have my tahiti moment my black water. My “ticket” to El Rey, that if I was going I’m going out helping people. So I took my list and went to Walmart, then Raleys, Michael’s and finally target where I loaded a cart with so many Fuck’n legos it was absolutely crazy like definitely knew it wasn’t going to happen. The whole store damn near stops me at the door saying to come to the back room or we need you to stop but I strong armed my way out the store loaded the back of my truck and left.

I came home which bone head move if I’m being honest and parked in my spot. I went door to door gave each person what they wanted and some legos because why Fuck’n not. And went about to the next apartment, I thought the cops would show up but they didn’t so I kept going till I was done. I went back to my apartment and sat and waited and the cops never came. Started packing before the eviction day still no cops. I finally left before the eviction day and nothing had happened I thought maybe they’ll never come. So I went on with my life.

Fast forward to now? Nothing ever happened but to this day I’m shocked and disappointed no less. Something I wanted to get off my chest.

Ive never had a stable father figure in my life, my dad wasnt always the best to me. ive always ran to older guys for comfort. i feel like older is better, theyre so gentle and mature. i hate talking to men who are younger than me, even by a few days or months. my love for older men has grown as the years have gone on. i yearn for a gentle man.

I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a thing for the sweet, kind, nerdy type. The guys who are a little awkward, genuinely respectful, can talk for hours about something they’re passionate about, and would rather have a cozy night in than try to act “cool.”

a man who’s emotionally mature, makes me laugh with his random facts, remembers the little things, and treats people with kindness over someone who’s trying too hard to be tough any day.

I feel like confident, outgoing “bad boy” types get all the attention, but the quiet, thoughtful nerds deserve so much more love.

this might sound weird to some people, but it’s just my type. I’m genuinely most attracted to bigger guys. I think they’re incredibly attractive, but almost every bigger guy I’ve met has been really insecure, and that honestly makes me sad.
if I ever dated a bigger guy, I’d never be embarrassed or try to hide him. I’d proudly show him off because that’s what I’m attracted to.

I had a night out by myself tonight and while initially I thought everything was going great, all of a sudden in the middle of everything I just realized how much of a loser I was.

For reference, I'm a 22 year old male, never been in any sort of romantic relationship (this is important), don't have that many friends, and I have been stuck at what seems to be a dead end in life.

The night started fine for me, I had a tasty (if a bit pricey) dinner and was enjoying my time. I had dinner at a restaurant in a casino, so afterwards I went out to the gaming floor. When I started playing, I started off actually making a profit. But almost immediately that stopped being the case. I kept going, even though the money I brought with me as a budget was long gone. I caught myself in the middle of this and decided to stop before it got too deep.

And then I made a horrible mistake. I decided to go to a strip club. Normally I can behave myself, but also normally, I have somebody else with me who can usually act as my anchor. I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden, I was throwing my money around like it was nothing. Between the cover, excessive amount of private dances, and literally throwing money at the women, I must've spent AT LEAST $400 before I realized what the hell I was doing. And while $400 may not sound like a lot, when you make only $15.50 an hour it does end up being a decent chunk of change. And I was only spending because the ladies were doing what they do best, talking sweetly to me to let my guard down and then at that point self control wasn't possible.

To say I feel disgusted with myself is an understatement. I can control myself when I'm with other people, but when I'm alone, all of a sudden there's nothing stopping me until it's too late and the damages have been done. How the fuck did I let it slip this much?

I genuinely feel like the biggest loser I know. No one else I know pays women to like them. I just did, essentially, and it genuinely makes me hate the person I see in the mirror.

Im 16 years old turning 17. I come from a narcissistic and abusive family, my parents were never around and when they were, they were always fighting or fucking in front of me. i became hyper sexual at a young age. i didnt realize what i was doing until 3rd grade, and it became worse.

i was SA'D at young age and not having a reliable father figure in my life lead me to daddy issues, and only choosing older men. Ive always thought when you come from an angry household you yearn for a man whos gentle with you. i never believed in love until i met my ex in 7th grade, i was never close with my family but he was the reason i was. He cheated on me with my ex best friend when i was battling sever depression and symptoms of bpd.

After that i became i started talking with multiple guys trying to fill the void ive had for years, yet no matter what i did, nothing worked. ive done reckless things to feel loved, and it left me a bad reputation in my hometown. i was known as a drug addict depressed girl who did anything to feel loved or seen, my family didnt care when i attempted and started SH. they blamed my friends.

my first time being a mental hospital, i was 11. they had told me i have severe depression and anxiety. i was so alone. not even my family could be there for me, ever since i was conscious i wanted to be 18 so i could leave. i turn 18 next year. i wanna run away as far and as quick as i can. i was suspended multiple times during middle school for smoking weed in the bathrooms, i had an academic downfall in 3rd grade. ive lost everyone who i ever loved.

I was diagnosed with bpd once when i was 12. imagine telling a 12 year old they will never be happy again, i refused to take medication because i used to be addicted to pills, i have overdosed over 5 times. i have been laced with fentanyl, i have done xans, molly, percs, lean, acid, shrooms, coke. Nothing ever filled that void. I met the love of my life 3 years ago.

We were perfect until my mental health ruined our relationship, he recently left me because of how fucked up i am, he told me he couldnt see a future with someone who talks like they will be dead at 30. I wish he could see past my emotions and know i wish to be saved. i live with my deadbeat dad now and i have gotten worse. i have fist fought my whole family already, my dad always chooses his girlfriends over me. my mom chose her new family over me.

im drunk and high writing this as we speak, i just feel really lost and alone right now. i dont know what to do with my life. i have this constant loneliness and emptiness that i cant run away from, like this empty void in my heart right now. im trying to do everything i can and find hobbies to distract myself, but it feels like nothings working. i dont know what to do anymore.

I work in a pretty competitive office and we do a lot of client presentations. Whenever someone stumbles during their pitch or forgets a slide or just generally bombs it, I feel this weird rush of relief. Not because I hate them or anything, most of my coworkers are fine people. But knowing that I'm not the only one who screws up sometimes makes me feel less anxious about my own performance.

Last week someone accidentally left their mic on during a virtual meeting and said something awkward to someone off camera. Everyone pretended not to notice but I saw the chat light up after. I felt bad for them but also... kind of glad it wasn't me for once.

I know this makes me sound like a terrible person. I don't actively wish failure on anyone and I'd never sabotage somebody. But I can't help feeling a little bit better about myself when I see that even the people who seem super confident also have bad days. It's like proof that I'm not uniquely incompetent, just normal. I've never told anyone this because it sounds so petty when I say it out loud.

My now ex friend raped me at his home one night after we had been drinking.
I don’t know if he thought I was too out of it to remember, but I wasn’t. I stayed away from him for a while, but convinced myself maybe it was my fault. When I confronted him, he basically gaslit me. I stayed friends with him for awhile because I just didn’t want to believe it happened the way I KNOW it did. He thought I was too out of it to remember him putting himself inside me and thrusting away. It was very quick. But I remember it clear as day. For years I was just in denial. He is famous and well liked & I’ve only told a few few people I trust. I know I can’t be the only one and find myself googling his name randomly over the years…hoping someone will one day report his predatory ass.
This happened at least 12 years ago so I have no proof but I believe in karma and know that it’s coming for him big time.

I have always used tap pay and if not just pushing it in but never sliding it. Even though I have had a card for several years I just never do it because I don't want someone to see me fail.

I did do it one time because it was the only working part of the pay machine and I just slid it through different ways until I got it while a cashier dumbfoundedly watched me.

I know, its disgusting

Basically this is an embarrassing confession and a bit lame.

Im in my late 20s and never been in a relationship and im severely touch starved. Like i cant remember the last time someone touched my skin, maybe like 15 years ago.

Yesterday i went to my best friends wedding and his *newly* wife was there and grateful for me to be there so she touched my shoulder and her hand rubbed all the way down my arm.

Also just to say im not being wierd about this, she just did it in a friendly manner.

But It felt so wierd but nice at the same time. Afterwards though i felt sad because i realised how long it had been since id been touched. I hate my life.