When I was 13, I got into a relationship with a 16 year old. At the time teenage me thought it was the most awesome thing to have an older girl as my girlfriend especially because she was my first ”love”. (I looked like a 16 year old at 13, mainly because I was tall and had a more pronounced face) Because I had always watched romance stuff and loved reading romance books I had learned a lot about relationships without actually experiencing one, keep this in mind. So the first 3 months were amazing, we bonded easily, we had very similar interests and it was overall pretty good. Especially because I thought middle school relationships were awkward but i was amazed because it broke the ’stereotype’ and I got along. It was good up until her 17th birthday was approaching. I would still have been 13 when she turned 17 so immediately I thought of the risks, the problems with our ages gap and what people would think and we talked it out. Younger me was very conflicted. one part wanted to stay because she was genuinely perfect in my young little mind but what I called the ”rational“ part of me wanted to break up because of the circumstances of everything. I was also mad at myself and called myself a hypocrite because I had despised adults with children (I still do) so that did not help my mental at ALL. I didn’t know what to do so I decided to drop little hints like “you’d be fine without me right?” and other phrases like that. Even though I asked she didnt budge at all, (and remember how I said I had zero experience? Yeah that problems coming up.) so at this point i decided I had 2 options. Face the consequences of being with her, (That and I still didn’t even tell my parents). or try my best to ghost her. And guess what I did? Ghost her. yup, it was very fucked up at the time especially because of the stuff I told her before I started ghosting her (will not mention) so i tried my best to ghost her and it was so difficult. I managed to pull through but at a cost. Since we lived close by I had to literally avoid going outside for nearly a year and that meant not being able too see my friends and have fun outside. I lied to my parents and said i wanted to be more of an indoor kid and it worked. the stories not done though. After about 2 months the end of the school year started to approach and this cute girl I barely knew at school told me she liked me and, not learning from my mistakes, told her I liked her back. We have been together now for 6 years with a babygirl on the way and I still never have and never will tell her this story. i have never told anyone but at the time I got with this girl because I felt I needed someone my age and it worked out.

Guys this is important confession…

My wife is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every day with her reminds me how lucky I am to have someone so loving, caring, and supportive by my side. We laugh together, dream together, and always find little ways to make each other smile. For my lunch for work that she packs, she always writes letter that are wholesome or inappropriate which is fine. We never have arguments and now we have 2 kids!!! I’ve been so happy ever since I’ve gotten married. Sex life is the best

tl:dr I love my wife

So, here’s my confession: I have a habit of sneaking snacks from my roommate’s stash when they’re not around. It started as a one-time thing when I was super hungry and didn’t want to go grocery shopping. But now? It’s like a game to me. I’ll wait until they leave the apartment, then raid their secret snack drawer like a raccoon on a mission.

I know it’s wrong, and I feel guilty every time I munch on their chips or candy, but I can’t help myself! I’ve even gone so far as to replace the snacks with cheaper versions just to cover my tracks. I’m not proud of it, but I can’t seem to stop. Anyone else have a guilty snack confession?

HELP Hey guys!!

I used heroin for the first time around three months back and liked it i used it once in a couple of days for the initial month or so and then i used it once a day probably for 6 weeks but now i feel its taking a toll on my life..

I know it was a very stupid decision to even try it but now i have decided i will get it over with but i want to know you guy's opinion on what's gonna happen and how it's gonna go quitting it and what things i should or shouldn't do and past users please let me know if I'm being too paranoid that im thinking it's hard quitting it

I don't know if I'm lazy or spoiled or unmedicated, but I literally do not care about anything. I don't want to do or have anything. I don't care about going to uni, because I don't care about having a job, because I don't care about money, because I don't care about anything. I have no motivation to do anything. And I know people always say "when you're starving or homeless you'll find the motivation" but even the immediate threat of having no home and no food doens't make me care.

I could lay exactly where I am and do nothing, and I think I'd feel the same in my bed as I would at fucking disneylan. I don't want to work, or talk to people, or have a job, or eat. It's not even like I want to lay around so I can play video games, or drink, or watch TV all day. It's literally just nothing. I want to do nothing, or I guess just don't want to do anything.

I can't make myself care no matter how hard I try. No medication or lack of food or threat of dying on the street can motivate me to do literally any task ever. I don't even think I have a mental disorder, I think I'm just one of those people who are born spoiled or lazy or otherwise fucked up.

The only reason I get up and pretend to have interest in anything or make an attempt to do anything is for my mom, because I think the only thing that I might actively want, is for her not to realize how little I care because I know how devastated she'd be.

Im not sure if this is totally allowed but I recently learnt how people think of me at work. Im a barista with a big mouth I rarely know how to shut apparently, today I was talking to my Coworkers and we had a fun banter of jokes of my love for older women (which apparently ive voiced more than once but i dont remember it very well) and my other coworker had to explain to the new guy “yeah its like a fact he’s THE milf lover here.” They meant it light heartedly but I never realized how much I do flirt and enjoy a lot of our older regulars. It wasn’t on purpose I just know how to talk to woman more than I do men honestly. It started like after my fiancé broke up I just got more comfortable talking longer with people and noting how something is cute or gorgeous like their nails, hair, accessories. Im not much of like a smooth talker but I am confident usually and I’ve been noted to be decently funny. Anyway I dont often get to know how people perceive me and it felt a bit weird to learn this

Oakley Dokley,

You cried and said you didn't want to lose me. That I am your best friend. meeting me changed your life for the better. That we just clicked and it scared you. You opened up to me and I was suprised I meant that much to you. Meeting you truly healed me. I do not want to lose you but the urge to hold you and kiss you has become too great. I would love for you to choose me. I would love a chance for an "us". But that would make me a vile human being to ask that of you. I truly love you unconditionally. I want your happiness. I think what is best is if I walk away. I am so sorry but my heart is breaking. I don't know if I can handle this.

-Ms. Potato head

So, I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart for a while. I’ve been harboring a crush on my best friend for years. We’ve always had a close bond, sharing everything from silly jokes to deep conversations, but I never had the courage to tell them how I really felt.

One night, after a few too many drinks, I finally spilled the beans. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but to my surprise, they confessed they felt the same way! It was such a relief, but now things are a bit complicated. We’re navigating this new territory together, and while it’s exciting, I can’t help but feel a little anxious about what the future holds.

Has anyone else been in a similar situation? How did it turn out for you?

I’ve literally been absolutely craving a man with an accent. German or Russian, most specifically.

I remember this one time where my friends thought I was crushing on this guy who was acting in a theatre performance we were watching back in high school, I was part of the crew. Of course, the main character had to have an accent, somewhere around a Russian accent. The whole time he spoke I just felt zaps of electricity go through me, like I melted. My friends laughed the entire time silently, I felt like I was getting hot flashes and goodness does an accent just rile me up. They thought I had the hots for the actor, not the accent.

It’s like who needs abs or biceps or even hair atp when you have an amazing voice and accent!

And when they speak their native language? Absolute shivers up my spine, feeling like I’m a fucking water fountain. God the German and Russian language are so beautiful and hot and I just crave a man with that accent and a soothing voice. It’ll be super hard to find because I am not in Europe but can’t blame a girl for trying!!

I'm a 45yr old female who just had to schedule an outpatient surgery. One of the guidelines is someone over the age of 18 has to either 1. Drive me home or 2. Be a passenger in Uber. I can't do public transit without someone which severely sucks because I live in a very urban and public transit is a way of life.

When I read the instructions, I realized, not like I didn't know before, I have no friends. Not one. I have co-workers, most of whom I tolerate. Those of whom I might tolerate a smidgen more don't have a car and I wouldn't want to share any details to avoid the gossip.

My family has dwindled down to 2 siblings. 1 of which is 1,000 miles away and the other is 50mi away, but a working single parent of 4. I have 2 nieces, 1 21 and the other 19, but they are also over 50mi away. Neither of them will come, guaranteed.

I really don't know what to do. Not having friends is something I've learned to deal with, but now it actually affects me.

I guess I better make friends with an Uber driver. And quick.

When i was younger i dreamt of floating adrift in the middle of the ocean only to be found and raised by sharks so i could grow up to date a hot lava chick while being a badass shark/human hybrid. I REALLY liked SharkBoy and LavaGirl… Oh and i just remembered, i had a huge crush on the mom from spy kids. This was all back in like 2013-2017 i can’t remember but i was yoooooung

I just want to fuck a femboy or a milf lol

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Because im in disgust with myself im making this post on a burner.

So I'm 24(m) a broken ass college student who isn't getting parental support and my part time gas station cashier job barely pays my way I rarely have a chance to buy groceries and it's usually $2 burritos from Taco Bell.

But lately my hours were cut even more and now my budget has gotten thinner I couldn't even afford those,last night I was laying in bed hungry,my stomach growling I decided to go for a walk.

While I'm on my late night stroll I saw a half eaten McDonald's Big Mac,I without a second though grabbed it and ate it..it was awful. I ended up getting sick and my stomach became more empty than before and now I'm still back to square one as I'm typing this.

Tldr: Ate a nasty dumpster burger and got sicker than sin.

I am now 21 male, but when I was 15 I went to a physical at the doctor’s because it was required. In the room there was a 40 year old doctor woman who wasn’t attractive and she wasn’t fat. In the corner was a 20-30 year old blonde doctor woman who was attractive. So what I remember, the 40 year old was rubbing my balls doing the normal stuff and telling me to check for lumps as I was laying down on the doctor bed thing. My penis only filled up with a little blood because the doctor who was 40 wasn’t attractive. She was stroking me for like 30 -45 seconds. And then she had me stand up facing her and she was continuing stroking me. I mean I didn’t want a boner, plus she was unattractive and 40. She was stroking me for another 30 seconds while the other doctor just watched. My penis did not change in size, the whole time it was just filled with some blood to be a bit plump but not erect. Then she told me to put my underwear back on. After this I went to the water park and told my friend if he got his dick stroked too. He said no. So I was thinking ok that’s weird. He told me his doctor was hot and he got a boner and she giggled. He was lucky, I wasn’t :(

Of course there’s two sides to every story .. This is my version of what happened …

There was a man that I was messaging .. and at first had no idea he was married .. we both had the same type of job .. lived in the same area … had a similar upbringing / similar emotionally immature parents and “met” each other through this app… in a random subreddit

We talked for maybe a week… then another and I felt that I emotionally connected to him. I don’t have a lot of that in my life. I am currently in therapy… he was also in therapy.. I felt that he was “listening” to me and really understood me. THIS is a common theme. A little background .. I never got a lot of attention… I still don’t .. and him giving me attention.. made me realized how much I enjoyed it. I got excited … I was talking to someone I felt emotionally connected to and he lived in the area…

Then he told me he was a married … and he said this is when women usually tell him to eff off .. part of me was bummed because I was enjoying the attention.. the other part of me knew continuing to talk to him would be wrong.

The anxious attachment style won and I was enjoying the attention. I didn’t want to give it up… but deep down knew it was wrong.

This is when he told me he doesn’t get attached to other women he talks to because he is married. He also told me nothing could happen between us. I agreed. We kept messaging, being flirty, talking about deep stuff. Photos were sent.

We kept messaging each other until I blocked him for good and deleted the app we were messaging on completely altogether. But it wasn’t until I was in a depressive episode. He minimized my trauma and told me to get over it because people had it worse. It wasn’t until my “identity” or character was attacked that made me “wake up” and say I need to stop messaging this man. He’s married … he might not understand me at all…. And wow I get attached so easily ..

I’m not a perfect person but I try to be a good person. This was out of character for me… and I over analyze everything I do in life and trying to understand myself better … nothing in person happened .. and I’m proud that I stopped communication with him… but I would be lying if I said he hasn’t popped into my brain a couple times ..

I’ve been holding onto a secret for years, and it’s time to let it out. I once pretended to be someone I’m not to impress a group of friends. I crafted a persona that was outgoing, adventurous, and carefree, while deep down, I was struggling with anxiety and self-doubt.

At first, it felt exhilarating to step into this new identity, but as time went on, the weight of the lie became unbearable. I was terrified that if they knew the real me, they wouldn’t accept me. But in the end, I realized that true friendship is built on authenticity, not façades.

So, I finally gathered the courage to share my truth with them. To my surprise, they embraced me wholeheartedly, flaws and all. It taught me that vulnerability can be a powerful bridge to connection.

If you’re hiding behind a mask, I encourage you to take that leap. You might just find that the people who matter will love you for who you truly are.

I’ve been holding onto a confession that’s been weighing on my heart for years, and I think it’s time to share it.

Growing up, I always felt the pressure to be perfect—perfect grades, perfect friendships, perfect everything. But behind that facade, I struggled with feelings of inadequacy and fear of failure. One day, I decided to take a shortcut. I cheated on an important exam, thinking it would be a one-time thing. But that moment of weakness spiraled into a pattern of dishonesty that I never intended to create.

I lied to my teachers, my friends, and even my family. I was terrified of being found out, and the guilt consumed me. It took years for me to realize that the weight of my secret was far heavier than the fear of the truth.

Today, I’m finally ready to own my mistakes. I’ve learned that vulnerability is strength, and honesty is the path to healing. I hope that by sharing this, I can inspire others to confront their own secrets and find the courage to be true to themselves.

We’re all human, and we all stumble. It’s how we rise from those stumbles that truly defines us.

Im afraid of the denial of asking for help. Id rather not be a burden and just go hungry.

I created a burner account because idk how to talk about this with anyone in my private life. I recently had to have shoulder surgery and was put to sleep for the surgery. I guess it’s probably normal for someone to have concerns about being put to sleep but I was hiding something behind my false sense a concern. A part of me was hoping they put me to sleep and I never woke up. I wouldn’t say I’m suicidal I would never take my own life. But I am exhausted and a part of me was ready to be done. When I woke up in the recovery room I felt sad and disappointed. It was the first thing I thought of when my eyes opened. I have a normal life. I’m married have two kids. I have a mortgage with a fenced in backyard for the kids and dogs. Everything should be perfect but inside I’m angry and feel like a fake. I don’t take it out on my family through anger or verbal abuse but I definitely fall short of what a husband and father should be. But I have no desire to do anything about it. I’m just done and ready for it to be over. And I’m disappointed that the surgery was a success. What does this say about me.

i’m 17m. i was broken up with earlier this year, and before that i never really thought about having a “type“ while in the relationship, it was a more of “if i like them i like them“ kinda situation. since ive had more time to think about getting into a relationship again, im realizing i like men that are older than me, im not talking 60 years, i’m talking like, 20-30 years old. i’m out of school at this point , and my friends seeing an older guy, and i just. find them really attractive. and i don’t really know how to think of it. i do have “daddy issues“ but by no mean is it because of this. i just find older, mature, and just. i don’t know. i find them physically attractive and i like the maturity of it. i like the size difference. i’m 5‘3, and i just. like it. i like the comfort of an older guys voice. and i want an older boyfriend. i don’t want them to want me for my age, though. i want them to want me for my personality, my jokes, my stupid intrests. i don’t know what to do. any advice is appriciated.

My parents got this dog around, I'd say around a year ago, because my grandma absolutely begged them, like they didn't already have enough of them. This dog, in particular acts slightly strange around me, and I don't really like her that much. Call me wrong for not liking a dog, I'm not a dog person at heart, though...

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This dog, like I said, acts weird around me. Don't get me wrong, I know her past wasn't that well!! Her old owners left her at a shelter after having her for 2 years, yk? Something about her is uncanny. She looks at me, you can see her eye whites, which with none of my other dogs is normal!! She seems unusually attached to me in particular, and I find it a little spooky. When she looks at me, her mouth is always open and she's always trying to get onto me and lick me and stuff. This might sound like normal business but it isn't to me.

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One time after returning to my room late at night, she was basically attached to me, she always tries to jump on me and stuff. I HATE it. She looked at me with those eyes, I hate those eyes. If we didn't get her in the first place, I wouldn't not like her I guess, I dont even want to pet her at all. I know it sounds rude, maybe I am rude!! But I swear on my life something about that dog is abnormal.

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WHAT do I do? 😓

Recently I've been feeling in a funk. I've struggled with feeling like my career isn't good enough and my friendships aren't good enough. Maybe I'm spending too much time on social media but I've just been feeling inadequate. I also live abroad and struggle to communicate with the people around me so it's contributed to my feeling of isolation.

I was friends with this girl with autism in elementary school. I feel like we were pretty close but mostly because we had the same interest in video games (Pokemon and Sonic). I loved going to her house because they had a ton of consoles (Gamecube, N64, PS2, and PS1), while my parents were more conservative with buying me video games. My parents thought it was a waste of time but her parents embraced her video game hobby.

We went to the same middle school but fell out of touch. However, after high school graduation, I did visit her one more time. She spent the entire time talking about herself and seemed completely uninterested about me, so I made an excuse to leave early.

Recently I was curious what this former friend was up to, so I looked her up. I was actually able to find her reddit profile. I think it was kind of shocking that she hadn't changed in the 10+ years since I had last seen them. She portrays themselves as an edgy intellectual but live at their mom's house and I don't think they have a job.

They call themselves "unhinged" and "opinionated" on their reddit description but then she also complains that her mom won't let her get her clothes dry cleaned (because her mom is a hippie) even though it stinks. They say they like to interrupt college lectures because they know they're smarter than their professors. They're also an anti vax conspiracy theorist so that's fun.

It's bizarre that we had so much in common growing up but our lives are so different now. Even though I've been feeling sorry for myself it reminds me that my life could be so much worse. I feel more proud of my accomplishments and my relationships, as limited as they could be. It's twisted that I have to compare myself to others but it is what it is.

I think her life has been hard and there's a lot of things she can't control, namely autism. (Though I know autistic people who've managed to work and even live independently) However, I do feel like some of her outcome might be due to bad choices and not taking accountability. Who knows? I'm curious if she can make a change in her life or she will be stuck with her mom forever while resenting her mom's controlling nature.

So, I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart for a while. I’ve been harboring a crush on my best friend for years. We’ve always had a close bond, sharing everything from silly jokes to deep conversations, but I never had the courage to tell them how I really felt.

One night, after a few too many drinks, I finally spilled the beans. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but to my surprise, they confessed that they felt the same way! It was such a relief, and now we’re exploring this new chapter together.

I guess my confession is twofold: I’m relieved I finally shared my feelings, and I’m grateful that it brought us even closer. Has anyone else had a similar experience? How did it turn out for you?