Our garden when we were small was gorgeous - a point of pride for my folks. As such, many local couples did their wedding photoshoots and family portraits there.

My brother and I, being little shits (aged about 6F and 8M) knew every corner of it so we'd climb in trees and hide in bushes then poke our heads out just before they took the picture.

This is WELL before Photoshop.

I don't know how many families have their wedding and family photos with strange little feral kid faces in the background.

My brother and I never told a soul

My wife asked me to stop inviting a friend of mine into our home and social events. Initially, when I asked her why she told me that he made her a bit uncomfortable. I respected her wishes and stopped inviting him to our home and events with my wife around. But she never seemed uncomfortable around him before. I became worried and my mind went all over the place.

I didn't know if maybe he made a move on her or maybe threathened her. After some time, we talked about the subject again, but this time she was more upfront. She told me that she felt a strong sexual attraction towards him and she was afraid of doing something stupid.

While I appreciate her honest and her self awareness of the situation, I feel pretty upset at the thought that my wife had thoughts about cheating on me. Am I not enough for her? Two kids weren't enough to guarantee that she would be loyal, no matter what?

Despite her self control in light of the situation, I feel a little betrayed, because I have not thought about a single woman ever since we've gotten together.

I don't know what to do. The resentment has begun to affect our relationship. It wasn't noticable at first, but a few days ago my wife has commented that I've been a bit distant and she even asked if I still attracted to her. But I'm not trying to initiate anything with her like I used to. In some weeks, I don't look for her at all in order to have intimate contact. I could see a little hurt in her eyes, because physical intimacy always felt reassuring for her. I lied to my wife and assured her that nothing is wrong, but I've been perceiving her in a pretty negative light ever since her confession.

I need some outside perspective on the whole situation. I don't want to be paranoid or think that I'll always have to look after her shoulder in order to ensure she won't cheat in the foreseeble future and I don't want to demonstrate insecurity around her. I love her and I don't want a divorce. But I feel lost.

PS: Pardon me for possible gramatical errors. English is not my first language.

I know the title sounds like a classic fake Reddit story, and honestly, I wish it was. But this is a 100% real, embarrassing memory that I just need to get off my chest.

It was November 2021. I was 12 years old and in 6th grade. The lesson was "Өзін-өзі тану" (Self-Knowledge class, a thing in our schools). It was a boring, quiet class.

I don't know what the hell was wrong with my 12-year-old brain, but I was sitting at my desk, and I just... started doing it. Right there. In the middle of the lesson. Nobody noticed (or at least, I hope to God nobody noticed). And to make it even worse, I finished while thinking about a classmate I had a crush on.

I hit new boundaries of cringe that day. Looking back at it now as a 17-year-old, I just want to sink through the floor. My hormones were clearly completely out of control.

Has anyone else done something this incredibly stupid in school, or is it just me? For context:I was sitting at the very back desk, and to make it even more ridiculous, I actually covered myself with my jacket so nobody would see. I genuinely thought I was a genius and invisible

two years ago when i was a junior in college i had a fling with my history professor and i havent told anyone about it. it started when i went to his office hours before the midterm to ask a few questions and we really hit it off. i kept going back each week and we built up a good friendship, talking less and less about class-related things each time. i realized slowly that i was attracted to him, and the feeling was becoming mutual. one afternoon i decided to test the waters and sat in the chair next to him rather than across, and he as we were looking at something in my notebook he put his hand on my thigh and it stayed there for a while. it felt so right. as i left his office that day he said that i should consider getting drinks with him that weekend and it kind of flustered me but i told him id think about it. so that weekend came and we met at a bar a few towns over and we drank and talked and i kind of forgot he was even my professor.

we went back to his apartment and it was a little awkward at first, i wasn’t sure what to do so i just looked at the books on his shelf and he told me about them. i said it was cute how passionate he was about what he studied. he said he’d always found me adorable. we got to making out and then he led me to the bedroom and the rest is well, history.

this continued somewhat regularly over the course of that semester. he told me not to worry about my grade and i reassured him i wasn’t sleeping with him for an A but he gave me one anyway even though i definitely wasn’t the best student haha.

I had someone message me about sending nudes, they paid me first and it really turned me on haha.

POST THE NASTY confessions as you're really very good at it

Throwaway. Not a single soul around me knows I did it

Me and my boyf were together 2 years. However in the last 8, he went back to his country and we did long distance . He gradually got more distant over the months but I assumed he was busy so I saved the money to go see him. I would excitedly tell him about how I'm waiting and I missed him so much.

He warned me he had some exams and so he wouldnt reply to me much as he studied except that period passed and he was still replying slowly. It had been months. I began to feel really depressed wondering if he found someone local to him. It was tricky to get hold of him and I got that sinking chest feeling... Obviously I had been neglected and ignored for months by him just apologising that he is too busy and mentally I began to feel I needed to just check out. But I just kept clinging on for lord knows what reason :/

Then I got it. The dreaded paragraph breakup. I cried and spammed calling him. I loved him so much. Why did he put me through so much pain of neglecting me and then my only time hearing from him was this message? He said he was sorry to let me down but the distance was just too much for him ( even though he was the one who insisted on it) :(( I felt like a wreck.

That same day, I had a flight to catch internationally for a team meeting. There would be other teams too. I was so close to pulling out but I had to go. I knew it would distract me.

I got friendly with a colleague not long back so had his contact. I texted him saying something had happened and I felt depressed. He offered to eat together that evening and so we did once I got on my way there. I'd do anything to help me forget.

Then I pleaded I didnt want to be alone and I was having a rough time, he offered me to sit with him in his room and he'll order us dessert.

I lay on his bed and he came and sat next to me. It gradually got later and we ate together and spoke and joked some. I started getting sleepy and I put my hand on his arm and asked if I could stay. He initially looked kind of worried asking if I was sure about asking that but I said its fine and he doesnt want me there then no worries. He said its fine and I can sleep on the other side of the bed.

I made a move and put my arm on him while he faced the other way. He doesnt do anything. Then, suddenly he turns around and pulls me to him. And he cuddled me. I felt so warm and good. It was nice feeling seen. At that point it had been so long since I felt noticed by anyone. It made me feel seen.

After a while I turned and I pressed up on him. I wont give details but I ended up going down and we did things that night. I didnt once think of my ex. When I woke up, I actually felt less much sad. It was a good distraction for me.

It helped me forget my sadness, particularly because I am someone who has unhealthy ways of coping when I am depressed like SH, and I never ended up doing that as a result of doing this . I dont regret it one bit. It was never something I repeated though, so it is a secret of mine.

I just had my daughter 2 months ago everything was going great with the euphoria of getting to be a mom loving this little baby with all my heart but recently I’ve felt very disconnected from reality not just from my daughter but from everything I zone out while people are talking or while I’m feeding my daughter I ignore my phone and i really don’t leave the house and I don’t get around to eating until 10-11pm at night I’m not feeling sad or depressed I just feel like I’m not living in reality everything is a blur I can’t remember what day it is I feel like it’s the lack of food and sleep affecting me the worst but my daughter is just not sleeping as of late she gets maybe 1 3-4 hour stretch of sleep and after that she’ll be up for hours today she was up from 12pm all the way until 9pm where she woke up at midnight and it’s currently 7 am and she still hasn’t gone back to sleep no matter what I try so even if I wanted to get some extra sleep in or find the energy to make a meal it just doesn’t end up happening does this ever get better?

I have accepted I’m Bisexual for big hot men and femboys

So as the title says I enjoy playing with my gfs dirty underwear,it all started when we was having sex and she took them off and shoved them in my mouth!(who knew how much of a turn on it would be) so since then she’s watched me wank into them and leave my cum all over them🤩now she’ll leave her little thongs and g strings out for me when she’s going out so I can send her pictures and videos of me playing with them! I don’t know what it is about it but it’s soo good especially smelling and tasting her pussy off them!

title 🧘‍♀️

i want a man in my ear whimpering like how they get when they do the plank for 2 minutes

i also find it sexy when men drive but not like trying to show off with one hand, that shit is corny as fuck. idk i like their hands hands are also a really big turn on for me

i hate men so much i wish i wasn’t attracted to them cause fuck it’s such a turn on 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

ok probably going to start being productive after this and actually going to study cause ive already made 2 fuckass posts atp my account is my diary 🥰

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

Hi everyone,
I’ve recently created an Instagram page called **Her Unspoken**, and I wanted to share a little about why I started it and what I hope it can become…

I want to create a space for women who have been through difficult things - grief, trauma, heartbreak, loss, abuse, loneliness, suicide, losing themselves, or simply trying to find their way through a period of life that feels incredibly heavy. (I have experienced a huge handful of these myself)

Sometimes, we carry so much that we never speak about. We put on a brave face, carry on with our everyday lives, our jobs, and people have no idea what we’re actually going through!

Sometimes, we don’t talk about it because we don’t know how to explain it. Sometimes, we’re scared of being judged or don’t want to feel like a burden, And sometimes, we just need to know that someone else understands or has been there too and what we feel is normal.

The idea behind Her Unspoken is to give those feelings and experiences a voice!

I’d love to hear from women who feel comfortable sharing their stories, whether it’s something you’ve survived, something you’re still healing from, something or somebody you’ve lost, or something you wish someone had told you when you were at your lowest in life.

With your permission, I’d also love to share some stories anonymously on my Instagram page, so that other women going through similar experiences might feel a little less alone or that might give them strength to keep going.

**Nothing** would be shared without your explicit permission, and you would always be able to choose whether your story is **anonymous** or credited to you.

You don’t have to have everything figured out. You don’t have to have a happy ending. You don’t even have to be fully healed but I hope that being at all different stages it helps more women.

If you’ve been through something difficult, what is one thing you wish someone had said to you when you needed it most?
Or, if you’re comfortable sharing more, what is something you’ve been carrying that you wish people understood?
Please only share what feels **safe** and **comfortable** for you.

**You don’t owe anyone your story.** (But if you feel safe to I’d love to hear)

I hope Her Unspoken can become a little corner of the internet where women feel heard, understood, and reminded that they aren’t alone. 🤍

I do have plans that if this goes well it turns into more of a sociable meet ups and events in the London and surrounding areas.

Thanks for taking the time to read.

M

I think I was like 14. I was on a school trip. We stopped at the gas station with McDonald’s in it. I opened the door for a girl. She was not part of my school. I remember everything about her. Her short hair, the color, the car she was in with I assume was her dad. All she said was “thank you”. But for some reason she occasionally pops up in my head or even a dream. I’m 40 now. Why is that memory such a strong one? I’ve dated many women and seen all kids of people since I travel for work but that one tends to pop back up randomly. It irritates me.

For context I’m 19 now, at the time I was 14 and the woman was 22. Not only was she older she was my best friends older sister I know this is something that a lot of people would brag about but it really ruined me mentally.

I still remember the first time I saw her being the young horny little shit I was I told all my friends I was going to fuck her even her brother he didn’t care and was suprisingly supportive it took me a while to get close but I’d say after about what was 8 months and me turning 15 she had broken up with her boyfriend at the time and I’ll I could this was now’s my time, we were casually snapping and I just threw it out there we were talking about her ex and I made a comment along the lines of “When’s it gonna be my turn” and her reply was “you can’t handle this” seeing that snap made my heart fall into my ass all I could think was dam she didn’t say no.

Later in the night I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie and invited me over to her house when i walked in she was ass up in a thong my heart was racing and she knew it we were spooning and I guess she could feel my heartbeat against her back what can I say I was a virgin before this happened anyways long story short we start grinding on each other and eventually fuck I remember she told me not to tell anyone and the first thing I did was brag to my buddy about it, We continued seeing each other and fucking for almost 4 months I would skip school became truant almost getting expelled because I kept missing school to see her I don’t know if it was the nut talking but I really did love her with everything in my body.

Unfortunately after a couple months one morning she brought home one of her co-workers that had been driving her to work everyday and they were cuddled on the couch, her mom next to her along with her brother, her mom and pretty much everyone in the house knew what we were doing I mean for months I spent everyday there sleeping in her bed with her all the works after seeing that it broke my heart I was so filled up with rage I went home and broke everything in my room punched holes in my walls I was a mess.

All these years later I still think about it, obviously being all these years later I’ve had sex multiple times and had different relationships but I struggle so hard with loving someone else I don’t know why and it’s ruined all my current relationships I just can’t love anyone, I talked to my uncle and dad about it and they both say she “raped” me im not sure how i was consenting and enjoyed every second of it but its ruined my mental health and relationships since then, i have commitment issues. I can’t seem to stay with anyone after the first month it’s like something in my body clicks i start to get super anxious and scared and i don’t know why, just needed to get this off my chest thanks.

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, basically 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 as a reminder of my sins. 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? 😭😭😭

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.

Background information I worked the job about a year they got bought out by a company big on family and we’re trying to get me to switch my shift from 5 days a week to 7 days a week shorter shifts I told them anyway I can get more money and not work 7 days because I wanted to spend time with family. Now before they took over I use to joke and say I had a crazy amount of kids to avoid anyone trying to flirt with me cause no one wants a deadbeat dad and I didn’t wanna my coworkers flirting and asking a bunch of personal questions like they were doing that first day. So over time while talking they’ll just be like how’s it like have 17 kids etc, the people before the place got bought I’m pretty sure knew I was joking but after it got bought one of the long time workers told the new owners I had all these kids and they thought it was. I ain’t got lie I rarely asked for time off but my family members I lived with would go out of town and I used that excuse of having a kids to get the time off.

Anyway the new owners trying to get me to work 7 days a week for 50 more cent after I said the family thing they gave me a dollar and they went down to like 5/6 days a week.

Was I 100% wrong for this?

Ok so this is not a rant but something in my mind... I installed bumble yesterday night... And there was this guy I met who was gay idk how it happened but yeah I wanted to be friends and he too... I realised that I was the only one initiating the conversations and everything

I have experienced this on tinder also .. i mean I don't get it.... Why?

I (M18) have been struggling with something that I dont know would be considered gender dysphoria, but as I got older and older throughout my life I found myself wishing I was born as a girl then a man, I find myself relating to female characters more than male, and when I find myself writing scripts for these projects I wanna work on, I find myself writing a female protagonist rather than a male, and especially this one time I wrote a one-act play that was very personal and about events that happened to me I wrote the protagonist as a female and I put a lot of myself into her. I find myself thinking to myself as well that I think I’d be more attractive if I was a woman than as a man, I say to myself a lot as well that I don’t like how I look, I’d look better if I was a woman. My parents aren’t supportive of stuff like this or relating to the LGBTQ as well, which really begs the question that maybe I’m not trans, especially since I’m comfortable being born a man, and I accept that I was, but I really do wish I was born as a girl.

I(26f) broke up with my bf (26m). We had been together for 9 years.

We had so many ups and downs and so much grudges of the past, the final nail in the coffin was me understanding how quickly and easily he wanders off to find someone new after we used to breakup over arguments.

One of these incidents is when my grandmother died, I was in a bad state and he wasn't being supportive so in a bad mood I told him he's not helping me in any way through this, for the next 7 days he was gone. Gone. Like vanished. And this is when it had been just 4 days post my grandmother's death. He knew how important she was to me. And he left me for 7 days. Apparently he was trying to move on in that time, some days later I even found out he was talking to one of his childhood guy friend and that guy was giving my bf a list of girls he knew that would be approachable. And my bf was going through their ids. This happened 8 years into the relationship. In a separate incident, about 3 years ago, me and him had an argument and we weren't talking for barely 2 days and he apparently flirted and took a random girl's number at the airport. And all these things weren't ever revealed to me, I found out about these things myself.

Very recently we had an argument and he was sexting or something with a telegram fake I'd something where the ids resemble a models I'd and there are nude pics of those models.

Apart from knowing how easily replaceable I am for him, even his attitude is very egoistic and sometimes I feel like he treats me like a stranger. I am very tired. And I'm done and I broke up and I haven't spoken to him for 11 days now. No contact. I will continue to not contact him or not pay heed if he tries to. I am writing this here because I have nobody no friend to say all this to and I need some strength to continue not contacting him. It's hard

It feels unreal to even imagine that we won't have a future together because it was always him, he was my first everything, there's been no other guy in my heart ever nor can there ever be. We had dreams of getting married. Both of us. So this feels so like unreal like a gap and like he's gonna come eventually and I'm gonna forgive him and everything, this is how it feels sometimes, but this time I can't, I can't do this anymore and maintaining that state of mind is difficult, I can't give him a space to enter again, also on the side I'm preparing myself if he happens to move on to someone else or find someone else because if I don't prepare myself, that will come like a shock to me. The future is very uncertain.

I have had a sex addiction since I was 13 years old. I lost my virginity to my girlfriend at the time when we were both 13 years old. I think that’s absolutely nuts now that I am older, I am now 22 years old. I feel like I have had a high sex drive ever sincee.

Basically the title. I suffer from chronic migraines. Every three months I have to pay $800 for a botox treatment that makes me somewhat functional. I've let it go three treatments without paying and I'm pretty sure pretty soon the neurologist is going to let me go as a patient soon if I don't pay it. Thing is... insurance has already paid them thousands of dollars for the injections. I'll let it go to collections. I've already moved to the next county over and made an appointment with another neurologist and gotten my medical records so I can continue my medical care. At most I'm going to pay like $400 instead of over $2000 when the collections companies start calling me.

I'm 25. I was already struggling before the condition came on. Then I was in pain every day and lost my job over it. It sucks. Thing is, I've clawed my way back up, and I can actually afford to pay for the co-pays... I just won't. I remember when my insurance refused to pay for my Qulipta when I still had my job. I remember when they denied my botox. I remember having to literally drive to Mexico to get my first Botox injection and stock up on Nurtec and other meds because it was too expensive without insurance here in the US. If the system's going to screw me, I'm not paying some shit just because it has my name in the mail.

Hi everyone didn't know where to turn to with this heaviest on my chest so here it goes, Hi Male here 24 now and I've been battling with anxiety and depression lately from something that happened to me in the University and of cause I can't tell my friends and family cause of shame and the distance we have.

So what happened to me was that I was in the University had a sister with me, we shared a room and her boyfriend at the time and her needed space for themselves so my sister asked me to go and stay with one of her male friends because why not we were guys after all. So I went to his place in the middle of the night to stay with him till morning we were cool and all until he started making advances to me, me at the time i was scared and timid he asked to touch me and then he started rubbing my penis and sucking my nipples and i froze in place scared, he was a big guy ngl he said it was normal after, i was naive i believed it for while up until it ended, i returned back to the hostel like nothing had happened cause i didn't know how to feel or process what just happened up until now where it is affecting my day to day life, not having a supportive loving family i thought this was some form of care coming from that guy cause the house i came out of was extremely emotionally unavailable and abusive.

Now I'm 24 and I've started a journey to find and better my life but the thought and feelings of that night hurts me mentally, I did tell the guy I felt like shit and disgusted and disappointed in myself and him and he apologized but the feelings of what if I just resisted that night and not froze, now I can't go for an entire day for weeks without thinking of the event, I can't talk about it to no one because i grow up isolated with no friends at the same time the shame and all my other younger siblings lookup to me, I try to be strong and not cry about but it and on this very morning i almost lost my nerves driving to work, could have hurt someone but i stayed calm and relaxed, it just hurts I don't know why but it just hurts. Why can't I change it.

Having this as my history or part of me makes me feel less of a man or human to those I look up to or for those who look up to me, I feel undeserving of love and i don't know how long I can keep this up, they say time heals and every day I feel closer to emotionally breaking down and just crying my eyes out, cause it's hard to be happy now, i have no friends and my only friend I ever had was my brother but he's gone off to school now and doesn't know what happened to me, I'm scared of how this will make me feel if I say it to others cause I don't want it to be a secret I'm hiding, it feels more shameful, I want to be open and an open book to others but deep down fear keeps me from doing that, what if they call me gay or something really mean or make fun of me, cause I know I'm not gay or bi and I know later in the future I'll get therapy cause I'll need to speak about it in person and how it made me feel, FYI I sometimes drugs, something my family doesn't know about or painful memories to subdued the more extreme painful memories on top of painful memories and that's only taking me so far, buying myself sometime. I feel so alone.

Expressing myself here helped me gain a little bit of confidence to get into therapy in the future.

Thank you for listening.

Long time Redditor- New account for reasons that will become obvious.

In my 40’s and I’ve recently had my world turned mostly upside down. Was married for 15 years, but husband and I separated and started the divorce process last summer. We don’t hate each other, but also don’t much want to be with each other much (which obviously was a hit to the sex life).

Over this past summer I stayed going out with friends more and feeling more social. But that didn’t lead to any actual action.

And then I attended a work conference last month in September, and met this fun woman also attending. We hung out the rest of the week, and on the last night she made a pass at me. I honestly must have been clueless as I didn’t pick up a single vibe before then, and then all of a sudden she’s moving in to kiss me and explaining she’s into men and women. But, and I still can’t believe I did, I allowed her to continue and started kissing her back.

It was so hot! Kissing her felt awesome and I legitimately got aroused big time. It didn’t actually go that far since I was so nervous and awkward, but we did stay in my room and made out, she removed our tops. I got to caress a different boob for the first time! And when she took mine into her mouth I almost gave in to get totally naked with her.

Well, we departed on good terms the next day. But since being back home, I’ve been constantly horny now. AND for both men and women - I’ve never considered myself bi but I’ve been fantasizing about with men and women constantly the last few weeks. I’m going to have to try to meet some new people/partners soon bc it’s starting to drive me nuts.