Every October 27th, I take the day off.
I've done this at three different jobs now. I put the request in months early, never schedule anything else that day, and don't answer work messages unless something is actually on fire.
At my current job, somebody asked me about it a few years ago because they noticed I always block the same date. I said something vague like "it's a personal thing I observe every year."
They apparently heard "observe" and decided it was religious.
I didn't realize that until my manager apologized for scheduling a meeting on October 27th and told me she'd make sure my "holiday" was respected going forward.
I should've corrected her. I didn't.
The actual reason is a video game.
When I was 16, one of my closest friends and I bought the same game the day it came out. We were completely obsessed with it for months. Every year after that, on the release date, we'd start a fresh save together. Same difficulty. Same dumb arguments about which route to take. Usually the same disgusting pepperoni pizza from this place near his house.
He died when we were 22.
The first October after that I took the day off because I knew I wasn't going to get anything done anyway. I bought the game again because I'd lost my old copy, ordered pepperoni pizza, turned my phone off and started a new save.
I've done it every year since.
I don't even finish the game anymore. Usually I play the first two levels, get distracted, eat way too much pizza and spend half the afternoon looking through old screenshots and messages.
The stupid part is that at work this has become a Whole Thing.
HR has it noted as a recurring personal observance. My manager makes sure nobody schedules me. One coworker once told me she thought it was "really cool" that I was so committed to my faith.
I nearly told her right there, but saying "actually I'm going home to play a 14-year-old video game and eat shitty pizza because my dead friend and I used to do it" felt way harder than just nodding.
So now every October I get wished a respectful holiday by people who think I'm doing something spiritual.
Then I go home, put my phone on silent, order the same pizza and play level one.

Married for 10 years. We are both 35. 2 children aged 6 and 9. My husband is the most useless, dead duck ever. He does not plan for the future. He can never critique himself not even for the purpose of development. He's always the victim. He hears anything anybody says with offense. He cannot resolve simple challenges and conflicts. It's so hard for me to mention anything because he gets so offended. He's only happy when I'm happy with him and don't expect anything from him. I pay most of the bills. He can't budget his money. He can't even order from the drive thru properly. I married him because I was desperate for commitment. I wanted a family and men just wanted to sleep with.

I was only 25. I don't know why I was so desperate for a man. I guess it's because I'm fat and not conventionally attractive, this is the type of man that would commit to me.

He was the only man who wanted me. I feel like he saw an easy opportunity for support.

I pay 70% of the bills. I cook every day. I see to eveything. Manage the home and kids and still have to tip toe around his fragile emotions. He also feels inadequate when i progress or achieve something in my career. I have to downplay achievements for him

I really want to build a life and create a legacy with a man. It's hard for me to pretend like I respect him but I do so every day. Deep down I feel like this.

I feel very close to suicide. I feel that we must honour our decisions. And I committed to life with him. But he's the biggest burden of my life. I pay with my life for some love and sex.

Why am I so pathetic and desperate. I guess my parents should have raised me better. They didn't teach me self love. They mocked me, beat me and shamed me.

Maybe that's why I'm so desperate to build a proper family and raise amazing, healthy children.

I wish I could have like 8 children.

This ramble makes me sound unstable. But I'm so deeply broken. I wish I made better choices. Not choices out of low self esteem when I was 25.

This girl and I dated for six months when we were 16 , at the time I was really into drawing, and she would CONSTANTLY ask me to draw things for her. Like, almost every single day. Eventually, I ran out of ideas tbh and I started copying drawings I found online. I was 16, I wasn’t thinking that deeply about it, I was just vibing trying to impress a girl. This was over ten years ago, so it wasn’t quite as easy to figure out something was a copy.

Anyway, when I was around 18, I saw a photo of her and realized she’d gotten one of those drawings TATTOOED ON HER FOREARM. I FROZE. It hadn’t even occurred to me that she might do that, especially since we’d only dated for six months and I hadn’t thought of it as a particularly significant relationship, we didn't even see eachother outside of school really.

It’s been over a decade now, and the drawing is EVERWHERE, its gone so viral that I see it at least once a year floating around somewhere. If you Google “bunny and elephant holding heart balloons,” it’s literally the first image that comes up. I still wonder if she knows. I mean, she HAS to, right? 😭😭😭

I know this account is brand new, but my old one got permanently banned and I just need a place to vent right now, so, I made this one today. Before I go any further, this post might be potentially triggering for some people, because of mentions of SA, pedophilia and trauma. I would also encourage you not to read this if you can't handle emotionally complex/ nuanced topics. This is going to be quite long so no one would probably read this, but here it goes anyway:

I'm an extremely sensitive person and I always feel like I'm at the brink of going insane. It's not uncommon for me to break down crying when a small inconvenience happens (like when my pen rolls off the table.) I know the reason for my reaction actually has nothing to do with the pen itself: sometimes my emotions just build up and overwhelm me until I snap. I think I'm capable of thinking rationally and understanding myself, but my strong emotions make it impossible for me to actually do that.

From the ages of 5 to 11 years old, I've experienced prolonged bullying from many people. I was bullied in multiple places (school, sunday school, in my school van- to name a few.) My bullies would steal my things, pick on me like I was a living joke, exclude me, intimidate me and force me to do things, rub out everything I write, tell me I was worthless, tell me my tears don't matter when I cry, suddenly act nice only to take advantage of me, spy on me changing clothes and grab my butt, rub their sweat on me, squish me, etc. The bullying left me feeling humiliated and inferior. Due to this, I've felt like an alien for most of my life.

My parents were emotionally absent for much of my childhood, and it often felt as though they didn't exist. My parents used to be very busy and travelled all over the country. Even when my dad was free, he was more interested in his phone than in spending time with me. When I used to ask him for attention, he became angry and shouted at me. At home, I also experienced physical and verbal abuse, all of which my parents deny even happened because they believe their actions were justified.

To name a few things my parents did, they belittled and laughed at me when I cried, told me they wanted to erase me, hit me for making mistakes, told me they would hit me till I bled, mocked me, repeatedly insulted me, and sometimes my dad pretended like he was going to hug me and when I went near him to be loved, he hit me instead. My dad had unpredictable outbursts because of his anger issues. I was usually hit on the head and spanked. I was barely hit with a belt or cane.

By the age of 9, I began feeling extremely mentally unwell. I had developed h0micidal thoughts towards my bullies and my parents and wanted to be a serial k1ller (I know this is not okay and I do not encourage or glorify this at all !) At this age, I even tried to end my own life. I screamed silently for the entire world to hear me, but no one did. I was alone. I imagined my parents finding my dead body and crying out loud. Imagining this made my 9-year-old self, smile. I thought I would rather commit suicide and burn in hell because I somehow managed to reach the conclusion that hell was barely different from earth. I considered running away from home around this time as well, but I decided not to and instead started maladaptive daydreaming about being famous and loved as a coping mechanism.

I kept all the things that happened to me a secret from my parents when I was a kid as I felt like they would punish me and blame me if I told them anything. I didn't tell them about any of the following: the bullying, the sexual abuse I went through, OCD I had about disasters and about people around me dying, the rituals I had to perform to prevent those horrible things from happening, the philosophical and nihilistic thoughts about existence I've been having since I was 6 which gave me depression at 7 (I was actually thinking about things like the Theseus's paradox when I was 6 years old), the religious trauma, the anxiety I had about burning in hell for making mistakes, my porn and gore addiction, being trans, having bulimia and eating issues, self-harm, being radicalized by f*r right content, seeing hallucinations of ghosts and hearing voices in my head, etc.

Now because of my experiences, I've become increasingly detached from other people. I've had no friends for 4 years, went to 5 different high schools and moved houses several times. My online friends also left me because of who I am. I feel like I'm from somewhere far away from earth. I feel homesick. I'm longing to be loved but never trusting anyone to love me. Recently, I read a few chapters of 'No longer human' by Osama Dazai and wanted to cry because of how relatable it was. I feel like there are two different people inside me- someone who's deeply evil and another person who is deeply empathetic. I feel like I am capable of doing exact actions 'evil' people would do.

I can make 99% of the population hate me and think I deserve death by saying 4 words. When I was 6 years old, I was sexually touched multiple times by a 10-year-old girl and sexually abused and almost raped by a 15-year-old boy. Because of this and my early exposure to pornography at 10, I believe I developed pedophilia (attracted to 4–6-year-olds). At 14 I figured this out. I'm 16 now. I feel like my age has been stuck since I turned 6 for whatever fucking reason. Barely anything mental changed during puberty because I've been getting sexual fantasies since the youngest age I can remember. To clarify, pedophilia is a mental illness- not a crime. Predators are the ones who act on their desires. I am not a predator, and I have not done any harm to children. At first, I thought I had POCD but then I realized I didn't and my therapist and ex-therapist also agreed with me. I know it's wrong and disgusting, but I genuinely can't help it. I masturbate to fantasies of kids in my mind and it's hard for me to get help because when I first opened up to my ex-therapist, she looked at with me with a disgusted and disturbed look and became concerned quickly. And for the cherry on top, she also added 'I'd have to break confidentiality if you were a pedophile.' So, because of that I'm scared to honestly talk about the way I feel without being judged to any professional or to anyone.

My SA was dismissed because my perpetrators were children. It hurts to be seen as a monster for reacting to my trauma in a 'bad' way and developing a paraphilia instead of just being a normal victim. People think I deserve death for having thoughts but think the people who actually hurt me should get away with it. And I hate it when some survivors say 'I went through the same and I didn't turn out like that'. Two twin brothers can grow up in the same abusive household and go through the same trauma, and one might react to the trauma differently by involuntarily developing NPD while the other twin brother might react to it by developing BPD. The same things can hit different people differently. I understand why people might react so aggressively to pedophiles even if they are non-offending because a child's safety should always be prioritized than a potential abusers feelings but it still hurts. Being shamed just makes it worse.

I have watched many bad things (I've never watched real CSAM) but I've still watched other shit, and I feel so evil for that. I don't know why I'm like that. I'm so complex. I can enjoy others pain. My current therapist called me a sadomasochist and I agree. I enjoy the most depraved and disgusting things (including necrophilia) and imagining hurting innocent beings. That's how far my 'evil side' extends to but guess what? I've also cried over Palestinian children, animals, homeless people etc at night because I empathize with them. I don't know wtf is wrong with me. I'm not even being performative because I actually care. But sometimes I'm also completely heartless. Please can someone tell me what's wrong with me? I don't think even the most trained psychologists can figure it out. I have laughed watching certain disturbing footage and cried watching others. I don't know why. I'm so fucking insane.

I absorb other people's words even if they aren't directed at me and treat them like they are and feel personally attacked. With this amount of sensitivity, I have no idea, how I ended up like this. I don't want to be like this at all. I hate myself so much. I don't think I deserve to live. I'm a horrible person :(

I feel like I have a problem. I think about it all the time. I went to church and fantasized about the man sitting behind me the entire time.. when I’m in store I picture men groping me and pushing me up against the shelves.
I have vivid fantasies about strangers all day every day and I feel really guilty about it.

Before the obligatory comment rolls in telling me to get a therapist, I brought this up to my past therapist and she seemed to have frame a lot of it as not being a problem. But I wanted to get it off my chest because I hold too much shame to talk about it with my IRL friends. (F23)

I’ve felt hypersexual since I was around 8 or 9, I’m just another example of someone with unfiltered internet access. My parents neglected me and I did not have friends as a kid so I kept using my computer to interact with people. I got into porn and then later I learned what sex actually was (it was very abstract to me for awhile) because when I was 9 I had an encounter with an adult online where they had me simulate giving them a blowjob (esex I guess).

I continued to be overly curious about it and lost my virginity when I was 15 to a guy (my age) who was obsessed with me and guilting me into being his gf. I also got sexually assaulted around this age by him and he essentially expressed my only redeeming quality was sex. I still continued to talk to adults online about sex, sharing porn with them, and one even wrote straight up erotica about me and that same guy I lost my virginity to.

Entering adulthood, I was very loose with who I slept with still. And round when I just turned 20 I had a psychotic episode where I would go to complete strangers houses for sex because a mix of I really felt lonely after losing my friends at the time and I’ve had the idea in my mind I don’t really have worth outside of my sexual value, and I was also suicidal and was hoping they would just kill me since I didn’t have the guts to kill myself. I don’t actually enjoy sex at all, but it was the only way I felt needed or liked to some degree. It’s hard to articulate right now.

At 23 though, things are better. I’ve been dating someone for a year, they’re asexual and it is nice to feel valued for something beyond sex. But even though things are better, I cannot help but feel tormented with guilt and shame. I feel unclean, and my hypersexuality never went away, I just get over it with chronically masturbating, and most days I still feel disgusted when I masturbate. The point being, I wish I could be normal. Some days I wish I could get rid of my genitals entirely. I am exhausted with my current sexual compulsion and I am remarkably tired of the role sex has played in my life.

Yesterday I was Studying with my tution tutor and at that time my mom was taking bath and after that she have to go in her room, so she goes in towel which my tutor seen. that after a while he told me I'm going for washroom, you just do work he goes to the washroom gate but then turned from there to mom room, then I want to check what he was doing and I saw he just completely standing there in front of her ass while my mom is naked fully, he spanked her. At that time she was applying lotion but what should I do now.

This is kinda embarrassing to admit but I think I stayed in a relationship longer than I should’ve because I was scared of being alone.

I kept telling myself I loved them and maybe I did but looking back I think I loved having someone to text when something happened, someone who noticed when I went quiet and someone who made me feel like I mattered.

Now that it’s over I don’t even miss the arguments or the memories as much as I miss having someone there.

And the messed up part is sometimes I wanna reach out even though I know I don’t actually want them back.

I just want that feeling again of being somebody’s favorite person.

I haven’t told anyone this because it makes me feel selfish as hell.

Has anyone else’s ever realized they missed the feeling more than the actual person?

I’ll preface this by saying my length is just below average (5in). When I say that, everyone immediately goes to “it’s all in your head”, “you’re delusional” etc. But I’m not insecure about my length. It’s my circumference.

It’s so incredibly skinny. I don’t even have anything I can compare it to, it’s that crazy. I haven’t measured in a little under a year, but I got 3.75in to 4.25 max. Way below the norm. It just feels awful in my hands, and looks ridiculous on my body even though I’m 5’8.

Women commonly cite girth > length, fair enough. I’m not judging or bitter towards women. I think it’s their right to have preferences. I just wish I was in that range.

I can’t even tell if I’m getting fully hard. It can be a lil bendy. I need to lose weight and start running. I’m meant to be at gym now but I just cba I’m too depressed.

Really fucked up. Ruined my life.

First of all obious trigger warning with a heavy talk like this.

On a throwaway account just to be sure

Second a little backstory.

Ive met this guy via a friend i met at highschool. We hit it off and talked casually about everything that came to our heads. Ive followed him on instagram and here comes the suspision into play.

On instagram i follow alot of meme pages and like alot of memes. If not then its content i personly enjoy like animals, pokemon and themeparks.

But as i followed him my recommend sometimes showed me little girls doing various things. Things such as acrobatics, swimming, dancing, playing you know normal kids stuff. When i first saw it i clicked on one of the video's of a little girl at the pool in a bikini dancing and i was like "wtf is this. Maybe her dad is gonna prank the kid or she falls or something" but she was just dancing and saw that he liked it.

It gave me a red flag like "why does he like a post of a little girl dancing in a bikini" with a combination of him liking that and me seeing that it got promoted to me more of video's of little girls.

So i investigated more. I whenned to his page and looked to the people he follows. At first it was normal. Friends, family, news outlets, sports, cars and content creators around sports and cars. The more i scrolled the weirder it gets. First was the acasional internet thot here and there. First i was like "aight i get it you see a pretty woman and wanna see more of her i aint judging" but then i saw more accounts with the profile pics of questional age girls and with bios like 'will do anything for a bit of money' and 'im 25 - 10'

It gotten so disgusted by him i unfollowed him and blocked him but for my recommend page was so messed up by him and with the investigatiom to a point i deleted instagram and started fresh over. I even told a friend of mine with a 5 year old girl like "hey watch out i suspect him being a pervert he follows minors on instagram" but my warning got shot down and that it was probably kids of friends and/or family.

It bugs me cause i dont have enough evidence to go to the police so i did what i could do but still didnt felt enough for some reason. He ones gotten a new instagram with the reason he got hacked but i personly believe either instagram caught him for doing weird and creepy things or someone reported him.

Edit : tried to fix some spelling and sentinces. English isnt my first language

I had a friend that was constantly in a state of crisis and like any friend would do I obviously lent a listening ear and tried my best to offer solutions or even go out of my way to help but she never followed through and would always give excuses.

She only ever came to me when things were going wrong in her life but when it was my turn to look for support or share anything good she’d quickly change the subject back to herself.

Once I realised the friendship was basically one sided and I was only kept around to be a yes man, everytime I felt like she was talking about a whole bunch of nothing I’d put my phone on airplane mode so the call would disconnect and then say I had bad signal. One day I’d finally had enough and just never spoke to her again.

The best part of my day is waking up early so I can have the house to myself drink my coffee and scrolling social media without anyone bothering me before work. I know it’s a dumb confession but I don’t care.

Our nanny of 5 years had a death in her family and asked for the rest of the year off to tend to family matters. We love her and of course couldent say no but that left us in a pinch. My wife got onto a Nanny Recruiting website and set up interviews. My wife handles those things and I just sit in and pretend to listen. I completly trust my wife when it comes to these deisions for our kids.

We ended up hiring one of the three we interviewed and everything was going well until last week. First she came in one day and talked to my wife about an abusive boyfriend and that they were splitting up but had nowhere to stay. My wife being the saint she is told her she could move in with us until she decided what she wanted to do long term.

Since she has been living here I sware she is hitting on me. I know that sounds so cliche, seriously I do but its no lie. As an example just last night I went to the kitchen to fill up my water bottle and she comes out of the guest room wearing practically nothing. She knew my wife was up stairs and she just came out at the some time I was downstairs? Not a coincidence since she was barely dressed and knew I would see her like that.

She is always staring at me and she calls me "sir" all the time. Its the way she says it that feels wrong. Any chance she gets with me alone she will get super close when we chat or just have this gaze that feels erotic.

Not sure if I should tell my wife or not because it could be just me looking too much into it.

I’ve always had smaller boobs than other girls and I’ve never been super insecure about it until my boyfriend. He ADORES big boobs and he told me he wishes mine were a bit bigger. I just don’t have enough in that area So I’m not sure why he chose me because all he does he says they are almost perfect. I’m just so clueless on why he started to find me attractive because I have small boobs and rather a bigger bottom

My 26 year old cat.. I live in a very small town and no vets are available on weekends. On Friday night she started screaming, I’ve never heard anything like it. It would have been Monday morning before I could have gotten her to the vet… so I asked my husband to crush some leftover pain medicine from my back surgery and dissolve it in water. I had a syringe (needless) and used that. Within ten minutes she was asleep and within twenty she was gone.

She was my best friend for 26 years and I killed her… will someone tell me it’s okay?

We were driving home on a long drive - just him and me and i asked if i could drive for a bit. He permitted and in between he slept to rest a bit. I became drowsy and lost control. One thing led to the other when asked who was driving throughout at the hospital and otherwise he always said he was the one driving to free me of anyone ever pointing a finger at me and I dont know what a person like me - such a sinner such a bad person did to deserve the best dad in the world but it still eats me on the inside and i haven't driven for more than an hour in years since then now because I am too scared but when i drive i drive very slowly and i always get nervous. I can't explain how many countless hours I have spent over it. Those nights i spent in the hospital. My heart aches so bad and I wish to be as big of a person as my dad someday. I hope he knows that his little girl loves him but I am still so mean and can get irritated around him sometimes and i just hate myself so much for everything for all the times i hurt people especially him..

Hi, I’m F(18) and I have a bf(18).
I caught my boyfriend watching porn. Not exactly during the act, but I was on his phone and opened reddit to see porn. My boyfriend knows how i feel about this and he said it was only a one time thing. He ended up deleting reddit and to this day he still does not have it. My main issue was that I found this a few days after we had sex for the first time. I was obviously hurt because he was my first time and we have been together for a year. I didn’t understand why he felt the need to watch that when I was right here. Along with that, he was looking at girls that looked nothing like me. I’m about smaller white blonde girl and he was looking at black women. I’m so embarrassed to tell anyone about this but i needed to confess what i saw. Is this terrible or am i overreacting?

I am a female student who’s in love with another female professor and i know it’s Crazy to say I am actually in love or at least I fall deeply in love with her. It’s not a problem as much as the problem she’s a married woman with a child, my feelings has only developed before knowing her situation only to be shocked to find out later. My problem is that I find myself wanting to see her more and to hear her talk forever about her self, and I hate the idea of only knowing her as this professional professor and not more. I never acted upon my feelings and I am sure so far she doesn’t have any feelings towards me or discomfort, so am in the safe my problem is how can I get over her, to stop thinking about her or try to see her more than usual? It’s killing me slowly and i don’t know if it’s guilt of knowing there’s another person or knowing I don’t have a chance i probably think it’s both.

So please advice me how can I stop, and i already tried to ignore her for month only to end up having a private conversation with her and that made me fall more..probably because of me seeing her kind side.

To start, i love my husband so much!

But im starting to realize that everything is smoother when he is away.

He was gone for weeks earlier this year for a work training. Those 2 weeks were so peaceful. I got the kids in a routine.

He came back and everything went to hell.

Hes gone on a work retreat right now. We all miss him but... the kids are behaving and quiet. I feel calmer because the kids are calmer.

Im usually full of tension and stress. The kids run, yell, scream, fight, its constant disciplining and trouble.

I know its because of him. He spoils them. I cant punish them effectively when hes around because he will make me stop, give back tvs and everything. The kids know it and their behavior reflects it..

When hes gone, they know ill hold firm and listen better.

He is a good husband and dad but he has no concept that his spoiling is ruining the peace in the house.

My son is just diagnosed with autism, adhd and i need to get things settled for him. I cry at the future because his dad wont follow the rules and schedules our kid needs.

He was offered a position in the company that requires 6 months of traveling. I said no before but im thinking about encouraging it now.

I'm scared of mentally ill/disabled people.

I experience discomfort and "fear" when I have to interact w one.

what scares me is the fact that they don't think like normal people, and idk what they could do to me and how I wouldn't be able to "defend" myself verbally cuz I'd be in the wrong if I told them anything bad.

for example: at school there's a guy (ik he has some problems but I'm not sure what) that apparently fell in love with me and has been following me for weeks now.

everywhere I go, he's like a shadow.

the first time "I" said SMTH to him was when he kept following me and my friend during the class break, so she basically told him to fuck off, but he didn't stop.

he started following me from far, he would wait for me outside my class and I couldn't go out. he even started calling my name and it's just so creepy

he also tried to touch me by sitting next to me and putting his arm around me.

this was just an example, but I'm genuinely scared of most of the ppl mental disabilities, especially the ones that look like they're mentally disabled.

I don't think I can do anything about it, for me it's like being scared of spiders, I just wanted to get this off my chest since I can't talk about this w anyone ik irl.

I just wanted to get someone else's opinion and possibly ways to solve my fear 🙏

when i (f, mid 20’s) was younger (started i think preschool age, stopped about age 8 or 9) i would basically hump my parents leg. i don’t like the word hump, but i really don’t know what else to call it. i was a kid and i didn’t understand what sexual gratification was or why what i was doing was wrong. i remember my parent telling me it was normal to be feeling those things at that age, which psychologically speaking is true, children do begin to develop these types of “feelings” at that age. but the fact that i did that multiple times, and have memories of doing it makes me feel very weird. and I’m not sure how to feel about the fact that my parent just let it happen. i remember being about age 8 or 9 or whatever, and i was doing it while they were reading a book to me, and my parent suddenly told me to stop. i’ve never talked about it or mentioned it with them since, though we are still very close and on good terms. everything else was normal, there was no like… inappropriate touching or anything, just me, there, going at it 🫠

i know kids rubbing themselves against things is typical development stuff, but specifically the thing i was rubbing against being a parent, even though they didn’t encourage it and would sometimes try to divert my attention to other things

it was fairly normal for me, we’d be doing whatever (watching tv, reading a book) and i’d just be there… doing that. it went on for a few years, i think. and i also had a problem with touching myself in public at this age. did anyone else experience this?

Just suggestions, I don’t need the whole “leave your husband if you’re not compatible” or “talk to him about it” because we are very very compatible. I just sit on a very extreme side of the scale. I have talked to him. He knows about everything. He just has his boundaries which is perfectly fine. He accommodates to the best of his ability for me.

He’s dominant in bed. We have times that’s mind blowing and wonderful to me.

Other times it leaves me wanting a bit more. He always makes sure I finish which is nice but I have a wide variety that I’m just kinda more adventurous than him sexually.

I have a really strong submissive side and he doesn’t have the same intensity as a dom which makes it hard because he’ll always ask me instead of tell me which is stupid for me to complain about. He’s wonderful guy.

I love to be degraded. Like I want to be humiliated if I’m honest. I love when he tells me I’m pathetic. He doesn’t love degrading me.

I want to have sex around other people and or infront of them. Not with. Just like my husband showing off how good I am for him. He said absolutely not. He said it makes him angry even thinking about anyone else seeing me naked. Which I’m into as well lol. I love being possessed in that way.

I’m not really sure how to describe it all or if it makes sense but I feel guilty for wanting and thinking about the things I do because he’s so against it. I want to stop but the more I push at myself, the more I want it because I’m annoying like that.

I 17F have been dating my gf 16F for almost a year now and it’s been well okay we’ve given each other gifts n stuff but one day we ended up going on break and that kinda fucked it up for me.i don’t get to see her much I don’t talk with much because of my band n stuff and I don’t have any classes with her.i feel like we were doing amazing before the break but after the break I think i just fell out of love.i care but fuck I feel like such an asshole for having thoughts of being with another person and I think I might be poly.i think she’s a really good person but i just fell out of love after the break.theres this guy i semi know too and for whatever every guy i meet i decide if id date them or not maybe because i have no guy freands I don’t know but he has a girlfriend as well.tiday in class he kept touching my back and for some reason my mind went blank i know it was just for acting but fuck my brain goes straight to “they like me” when even something small happens.im just all over the place and needed to get it off my chest i just feel like i can’t be fully committed to one person like i gotta switch it up(i know it sounds fucked up I don’t even know what I’m thinking)

So as the title says, my 16 year old daughter placed a few orders on Amazon and I have to approve them via txt from Amazon before they’re officially placed. Now I don’t go snoop through her things because I believe she deserves privacy as we all do but, the orders immediately pop up before they’re approved and it’s a damn vibrator!! Yes I know what she does. I mean we all do it but that’s my baby…I absolutely without a doubt will NOT tell her what I saw but I had to tell someone. And that someone is not my husband. so here we are me telling Reddit…my baby is officially an owner of a vibrator on Wednesday….