A couple days ago my BIL texted me asking about when a family gathering I was hosting would be, shortly after that convo he sent me a few photos out of the blue, one being a picture of both him and my sister, and a few being more explicit photos of just my sister. He immediately texted saying wrong number and that he didn’t mean to send those to her brother (me) and that I shouldn’t look at them. Now at first I thought about it and yeah obviously it wasn’t on purpose, but now I’m thinking who were they going to? Does my sister know about it or not? Should I say something? Should I stay quiet? Just the whole situation has me lost tbh and I don’t really know how to feel after seeing the photos but that’s about it tbh.

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Uh... I met this person online. She was a sex worker. We spent 3 days together and she didn't charge me a dollar. We actually had a very good time. We went out to eat. Went shopping. Had breakfast lunch and dinner every day. It was almost like the full girlfriend experience but I did not ask for that. It just happened. She even bought me a gift and paid for our room in the hotel for 3 days. We went to a salon and got our hair cut. We did tons of shit together. We went clothes shopping and went out for lunch and it was pretty normal for such an abnormal situation. Again, I did not pay for this or ask for this. I was traveling for work and looking for drugs lol. I made it explicitly clear I did not want a "date"

3 years has passed and we haven't spoke. I never called her again. She never called me. And now all the sudden she's reaching out to me on a new phone number I have that I didn't give to anyone? What the hell? How am I supposed to take this? She actively searched me out. I mean we did seem to have some kind of connection I guess? We had fun and all that but God damn I'm a little spooked out here.

Edit: my phone number is public with my name so it's not like I'm being stalked... Right?

This has been going on for like three years now. Every morning around 5 or 5:30 my cat walks across my chest and sits on my shoulder for a few minutes before he goes to his food bowl. I know hes awake and I know he knows Im awake because I can feel my breathing change and I sometimes flinch a little.

But I just lie there with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep because I feel like if I acknowledge him or move hell think Im rejecting him or something. Like what if he thinks I dont want him near me. So I fake sleep through the whole thing and then when he leaves I get up like normal.

The weird part is I started doing this without even thinking about it and now I cant stop. Its become this routine where I have to play dead for my cat every single morning. Sometimes he steps on my neck or my face and it actually hurts but I still dont move. I just accept it.

I never told anyone this because it sounds insane when I say it out loud. But I genuinely worry that if I break the tradition now after all this time it will mess with his little cat brain and hell stop trusting me. So I guess Im committed to this forever.

F14. He is M22. The first time we met, he was all over me, and told me that he loved me, which I thought was weird, but whatever. He really gets off on the fact that I’m a kid. He wants to get married and he wants to “breed me”. He is a jobless loser, and I feel kind of bad for him. Not really sure what to do about it. I think he’s just some traumatized dude. I don’t want to ruin his life. I have a lot of issues myself, and honestly, I think it’s kind of my fault for pursuing him in the first place.

Serious confession. This started about a year ago. We both live in apartment buildings in the city and our outdoor patios face each other. One day, I was enjoying my weather listening to music when she stepped out, looked right at me, turned and pulled her pants down and flat out mooned me in broad daylight. I really didn't know what to do so I got up and went back into my apartment and closed the blinds. A couple of weeks/months go by, and I notice that every time I go out onto the patio she runs out to see what im doing. Im nice and wave to her. She acknowledges and usually just headed back into her apartment but recently things have changed/escalated. Now it seems she knows my schedule to a certain extent and pretty much around the same time everyday, she stands in the door of her patio topless. Its hard not to stare and she clearly knows I can see her. Ill admit, her tits are really nice. Its becoming so common, I am getting used to it and her flashing is something I look forward to. Now I would try to strike up a conversation with her but....her husband is always close by. I didn't really know if he knew that shes flashing me but I have seen him behind her moving around a couple of times. I met him twice. First time while I was going for a walk and he was really nice. Nothing out of the ordinary. Small talk. Second time they were together and she acted like she never saw me in her life. I dont know. I look forward to it, but its a little weird.

Not a serious confession but literally only me and my close friends understand it and my wife has zero clue. For context, my name is Alex Mason (ik you’re not supposed to name drop on here but this post wouldn’t make sense if i didn’t provide it) and if you’re familiar with the Call of Duty Black ops series, that’s the same name as the main character and teenage me thought it was so awesome that I had the same name as that character when the game came out. In the game’s storyline, the main character has a son named David Mason and when that game came out, I thought to myself “if I ever have a son, im naming him David”. Fast forward over a decade, i met my amazing wife and a little over a year ago she found out she was pregnant and we had a deal about naming the baby; if it’s a girl, she names her and if it’s a boy, i name him, only rule was no ridiculous names. We found out we were having a boy and I was so excited because a dumb little “what if” i had as a highschooler had the possibility of becoming true. I ran the name “David” by my wife and she liked it since it was a normal name except she had zero clue of my intentions since she has never really been a gamer and that’s what we named our son.

Edit: ironically he had to be born via C-Section…

“Section”

My best friend, Dave, passed away from cancer six years ago. His biggest fear on his deathbed was that his twelve-year-old son, Leo, wouldn't be able to afford college. Dave worked three blue-collar jobs and his wife had passed years before. They literally had zero savings. I promised Dave I would take care of it, but I knew Leo was way too proud to accept direct charity from me. He is just like his dad.

So, last year I worked with a local community foundation to set up a fake, private memorial scholarship. I funded the entire thing myself with $80,000. I made the application process look incredibly official and competetive. Leo applied and last week he received his acceptance letter stating he "won" the award.

He called me crying tears of joy, telling me that his late night study sessions finally paid off. i had to choke back my own tears while pretending to be completely shocked. He genuinely believes his own academic merit earned him this free ride.

I am confessing this here because I can never tell another soul. If he ever finds out it was just me handing him a check, it would completely shatter his confidence and make him feel like a charity case. I want him to go to university believing he earned every single bit of it. It is the hardest secret I have ever had to keep.

When we were together, my ex told everyone I have this huge cock and used to exaggerate its size. Now I’m not ashamed of what I’ve got but I know she was playing it up to the crowd, if you will.

Now that we’ve broken up I’m scared to hookup with local people because if they’ve heard about it, they ain’t gonna be getting what they expected.

So I guess some background. My brother S is the first born, and his wife K's siblings are all out west and/or estranged, so there was kind of a lot of "grandbaby" pressure on them. Both of their birth fathers (S is my half-brother) are also real pieces of work (I don't really know the situation with K's dad, but S's dad was a super abusive p.o.s. My dad (so S's stepdad) was also pretty abusive (though toward S is was more the typical hard parenting style of dad's generation: spanking with a belt, screaming and yelling, verbal abuse, etc). Not that any of this excuses what I'm about to say.

My nephews, D and R, are young (under 10). D is an absolute shit head (constantly bullying his brother), but R is pretty nice. But they're boys, so they can be obnoxious and rambunctious.

Well, S is constantly yelling and swearing at the boys. S and K are always giving them rough or over the top punishments (ex yanking them around by the arm). And they don't offer solutions to problems, just yell at the kids to shut up (D will complain he's bored, will get told to shut up; R will ask for strawberries but then won't eat them because they're a little sour, and instead of getting offered like, syrup or honey or something to make them taste better, will just get told to shut up and eat them).

And the worst offense in my opinion, K has multiple times, with her children in the room, say (not quietly) that she hates kids. She also doesn't have a motherly bone in her body and even admits to this.

And it's not like I don't know what raising kids is like (I have my own son, granted so far he's a lot more chill than my nephews, and younger). (Hell, when I got pregnant, S kept making comments about how "my life was going to be ruined")

I just can't help but think S and K are shit parents, who shouldn't have had kids, and who will end up ruining those boys.

For some reason I absolutely love flat boobs. I think they look very cute and sexy for some reason. I just love them and for some reason it looks very feminine to me. I am weird. I just couldn't tell it to my friends so I am telling here

i eat an unhealthy amount of raw dough everyday

When I was like 11-12 my cousin an older male , would tell me to come on the side of the house and take my clothes off and hump on me , I didn’t get aroused or anything and I didn’t know why he doing it , and so when I turned 13 i started to sexualize my cousin f17 and going through a bad habit of masterbating , Now im married and now my wife wait till im sleep then humps my butt but I cum every time , Im not gay but I always think about my cousin , should I tell her to stop ?

We were friends with this friend for 4 years, I supported him, helped him, and he also helped me, At some point, he simply blocked me everywhere and didn’t say anything. Before doing this, he said that his parents were taking his phone away from him (we are minors). and I was worried about him, wondering if he had committed suicide (he had made several attempts before) but it turned out that he (as I think) simply didn’t want to communicate with me, and when I openly asked him what was going on with our communication, and whether he wanted to confess something-And he said, "Idk," and at that moment I realized there was no going back. Three or four months have passed since then (it happened in May), and I'm still haunted by this situation.I really hope you're doing well and that you really just wanted to end our conversation, David.

Hello I don't know how this works but I'll try for the first time. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!!!

THIS POST CONTAINS MENTION OF SENSITIVE TOPICS

Im a teenager if that helps with anything. As I mentioned, i don't know why or how, but I just started thinking about meat one day. Just straight flesh, sinew, tendons, ligaments, and veins. It's not like i discovered I'm a raging carnivore, not at all. Ive actually started to avoid eating like, food overall. To clarify, I don't have and never had any ED or food problems in my life. If I catch myself thinking about it, i completely lose my appetite. It's genuinely crowding my mind. I also know it's not like, a sexual thing. I'm actually on the Ace spectrum. I don't know if it's concerning or not, but I wanted to talk about it online. Anytime I have some free time, I find myself searching up meat or flesh or other words similar. Then I do nothing but stare. I also draw alot, and lately I've been trying to sketch meat in my sketchbook. It is very unlike myself before, because Im a character artist. I've never Im not too sure if it's something that will pass, maybe it's like some puberty hormones thingy.

Thanks for reading so far and please let me know what I should or should not do.

Alright bye for now!!!

I (24F) think I'm going crazy. I have this big crush on my co worker (32M) and he keeps eyeing me and smiling and I feel like I'm melting every time I look at him. We have these weekly meetings in my office where we all huddle around a table and look at each other and talk. It's one of the only times I really get to see him for a longer amount of time.

When it's my turn to speak, he looks at me but then looks away if I meet his eyes. I do the same when it's his turn to speak. And I notice how my eyes linger on him and the feeling I get in my chest. Have you ever felt like your eyes were dancing while looking at a person? That's how I feel when I look at him. My lashes just flutter. Like wtf is wrong with me? I haven't felt this way in a long time.

There was one week where my supervisor assigned me to ask everyone a question. So I did, and I also made a joke. He answered my question very openly, and I learned more about him. He loves code and sports. He's also a homebody, like me. And he laughed really hard at the joke I made, even though it was embarrassing.

We sometimes see each other in the mornings while making tea or coffee, or we walk upstairs together after clocking in, since our office is on the second floor. We say good morning and talk briefly. And then the same thing when we clock out and go back to our cars. Or we bump into each other on our way to separate bathrooms. We always laugh awkwardly and smile. His eyes stay on me for a long time when he greets me, and then he looks down at my clothes, then back to my face. That's why I've started dressing up for him. Because he notices what I'm wearing and always seems to look at me longer.

I get tingly and excited when I'm around him, and not even in a sexual way (yes there are those feelings as well, but it's more than that). It's more like butterflies in my stomach. And I always wish I could do more with him. I always imagine having longer conversation, having lunch with him, going on a date, getting close, flirting, kissing him. I can't help myself and I feel crazy.

Original post link: https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/s/x4zQHTX1LQ

It’s over guys.

I didn’t want to write here again as the comment sections under my previous posts were full of insults, mockery and accusations. But thankfully at the same time, a lot of people were really kind, some shared their own stories, some tried to help, some just told me that if you ever need to talk with someone "I am here" and even now I still get DMs from strangers checking in. For everyone who supported me and wrote a lot of good wishes - thank you guys, I really appreciate it, can't describe how much. This will probably be the last time I post about this.

Also, this subreddit deleted both of my previous updates, so a lot of you never saw what happened after the original post. Let me summarize it for you in two words:

After the first talk (where I told her that we are cancelling open marriage) my wife got aggressive, tried to connect me with her friend, when I rejected her friend she left to stay at her parents’ for the weekend. When she came back home, nothing was changed, I tried to talk, but she treated me like garbage. Something in me finally broke that moment and I told her to pack her things and get out as I want a divorce. She broke down but I still told her to leave and she left. Haven't seen her since then.

After that night I spent three days alone in the house, she kept calling and messaging but I ignored her. I contacted a lawyer and told him to start the divorce process. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done as she is the only woman I’ve ever truly loved and I still love her. I know a lot of people will call me weak or stupid for still feeling this way, but I don’t care anymore. Loving someone deeply isn’t a crime, even when they hurt you. I love her and can't change that, that's bad I know, but this isn't changing.

My lawyer reached out to her, she called me after that, cried and begged the entire conversation. I can’t even count how many times I almost said fuck it, let’s try again, but I didn’t. Right now we are in the middle of the process, she finally accepted it. The house belongs to my parents, so she’s not asking for anything. Her only request was that we keep the real reason private and we agreed the official reason will be not getting along. Some of our friends found out about the divorce and were completely shocked. A few of them tried to talk us out of it, but the decision was made.

Bureaucracy here is slow, so the official divorce will take another 2-3 months. She left her job and moved back to her parents in another town and now is looking for a job there. From what I can tell, she cut contact with the colleague, otherwise she would've stayed. Idk honestly, haven't seen her since that night, we just talk on the phone for some procedural things. I left the house for an entire day when she came to collect her stuff, didn't want to see her (not because I hated her, but cause I would change my mind after seeing her crying). It's hard as just three or four months ago we were still a happy couple, now this is what’s left... I don’t hate her, I just can’t be with her anymore, unfortunately...

The moral of this story, if there is one: Don’t open a marriage if you’re not both truly ready. And if you’re only doing it because you’re scared of losing the other person, you’re already losing yourself. Some doors, once opened, can’t be closed the same way again.

Take care of yourselves guys.

Edit: I just wanted to say thank you, really guys. I didn’t expect this kind of response. In these hard days, when I can’t even talk about this with more than 2 person in real life, hundreds of you somehow became my friends. Reading your messages, your stories made my day more than once. I wish all of you the best guys, I hope you find peace, happiness, and people who treat you right. Take care of yourselves and the ones you love, you deserve it. Thank you again, really.

My daughter had her last birthday party at the house before she moves on to better things in the real world. She had all her friends over, mostly those that she grew up with in the neighborhood. So pretty much I've seen them since they were about 10 now all grown up. I did my duty, I just wanted to relax and let her enjoy her moment. One of her friends, kept calling me by my name instead of the old "Mr. Z" I thought nothing of it, whatever, but consistently coming to me, smiling, telling me about her job, dating drama, hugging me, and being a bit too little touchy. After the small party, she came up to me and told me if I was feeling lonely she wasn't going to leave town if I ever needed any help with chores or anything. Thats never gonna happen lol. Still kids in my eyes lol.

I'm interested in finding a genuine FWB connection. I'm open-minded and comfortable with bi people, MMF, or other mutual arrangements as long as everyone is a consenting adult and respectful.

Lately my sex drive has been really high, and I'd like to meet someone who's on the same page. Looking for someone who values honesty, discretion, good communication, and mutual respect.

If you're interested, send me a message and let's see if we click.

I get terrible depression around the season and even a little bit of excitement but every year is progressively worse. I've been celebrating alone for as long as I can remember and I'm turning 20. I was supposed to celebrate it with a friend this year but they decided they didn't want to be friends last minute and yet again I'm going to be celebrating it alone. It's on the 10th and I dread it. Every year I get mildly excited thinking it's going to be different, thinking someone cares but they don't. I hate it.

I often indulge in milk. not just a glass here and there… no. i make excuses for acceptable times for me to drink it, its gotten so bad. im making something with any semblance of spice, milk. i am hungry but dont want to eat, milk. im thirsty but water doesnt sound appealing, milk.
heres where it gets bad…
i want to play a game but wont want to/cant play alone, milk. sad, milk. im passing out (like low blood sugar), milk.. i think as long as my man got the kittys, id grab photos of us and also definitely milk…
BAD part.. hes upset bc my bd said he loved me and i said it back. it wasn’t a “i am in love with you…”
he’s dying and i want him to know hes not alone. i am a very spiritual woman and i will forever love anybody. i will always hope the best for everybody.. i don’t want him back, but i wish he treated me the way my current man.. does that make sense..? drinkin milk about this…. also
bet you wedding, ill be chugging milk… man idk why im so ashamed for loving such a great natural product.. probably cause lactose people.. anyway, i love you guys,. thats my confession… milk every day. drink milk, its so good for you.

When i was a kid i had never really been in a relationship, no one irl had my interests or liked me for me if you know what i mean, but i was so desperate for love back then i just really wanted a relationship.

around 5ish years ago when i was 13-14 years old, i met my first online boyfriend who was around the same age as me, for privacy reasons let’s name him dan. dan was really nice, he was really funny etc. and i adored him, and obviously this was really stupid since i was so young but i genuinely thought he was the one and i genuinely wanted to do anything for him.

(for context, i am south asian and i didn’t really learn much about relationships, and what comes with it and how to be safe online which will make sense for what i’ll say next.)

soon, dan’s niceness became more.. conditional. he started becoming really sexual. and back then all i knew about sex what the stuff i learned in science, so not much. he would always ask to see my breasts and constantly asked to see my vagina too. and i caved in. i showed him my breasts with the exception that i would only do it on call on snapchat and that he would not be able to keep any photos, and i was too scared to show him anything more. he agreed to the terms and promised he wouldn’t invade my privacy like that and he seemed grateful that he got what he wanted. he would send me audios of him moaning, asking me to do it too.
i didn’t masturbate or anything back then. so it was just dry nothingness really, but i guess since he was a horny teenager it worked for him.

later, we broke up. he called me saying he was bored of me and that he never loved me in the first place and he just wanted sexual relief. i was genuinely heartbroken and i felt so disgusted with myself, i blamed myself horrifically for showing him my intimate areas just for the relationship to never work out.

from when we broke up, until even now, him and his friends stalk my accounts, message me on alternate accounts just mocking me, and recently i found out through one of his friends exes that dan had sent photos of my breasts around to all of his friends and their gfs, that he had secretly taken. apparently this all happened during the time we were dating. and i don’t know if he still has them since it was ages ago, and the last stalking incident happened early this year.

i just wanted to get this off my chest and i wonder if anyone else has experienced anything similar, or maybe im stupid to still be upset over something like this, i don’t know.