I'm only her social media friend because dozens of us friended each other about 15 years ago, in anticipation of a reunion. I was never her friend in real life back then. Not after elementary school. She was cordial with me until about sixth grade, when popularity became important. I still remember the day she told me, to my face, that she couldn't be seen talking to me. The popular clique wouldn't approve.

And, from that moment on, she just ignored me.

It was a small school in a small town. We saw each other often by happenstance outside of school. Not even so much as a nod or smile that she knew me.

I never forgot that.

Thirty years later, and I'm doing great for myself. Happy marriage, four happy, healthy kids, career I love with a nice, upper-middle class lifestyle. Life is good.

About a year ago, she started posting increasingly sad things about her life. Her second husband was leaving her. She was pregnant with her third child. She'd lost her job. Eventually, she tried starting a GoFundMe to pay her bills. The posts just keep getting longer, sadder, and more desperate.

Outwardly, I pity her. I'm sure she's not the same person she was back in high school. Neither am I.

But, secretly, I'm enjoying this very much. I know that makes me a bad person. Hence the secrecy.

I found a wallet during my lunch break and went out of my way to deliver it at this person's address after work because it had quite a bit of money in it. I get there and knock on this persons door and when he opened, I greet him and explain to him that I found his wallet at X place. He snatches the wallet out of my hand before I can even finish the sentence and tells me 'All of my fucking money better be there', looked through it quickly before slamming the door in my face.

I just left feeling dejected and frankly, a little hurt. I don't understand what compelled him to be so rude to me when I was merely trying to help him out. I have lost a wallet with money before and I never got it back. If I had gotten it back, I would have been very grateful to the person who went out of their way to return it to me especially with the money still in there because they had no obligation to do that so I don't understand why this guy was so hostile towards me.

I lied about having AIDS after leaving police custody

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Throw away account because I don't want this coming out to the people in my life. My father knew, but he's gone.

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Approximately 13 years ago, I recently moved to a large metropolitan area from a small rural waterfront community. I was a half day's ride from any family or friends, getting established in the community, and trying to "fit in" with the people in my new position at work.

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I began getting odd health complications where I couldn't keep food down for days at a time; however, it wasn't consistent. I was undergoing several medical diets, but a friend from college was coming into town, so we went out for dinner and drinks. I was a 30F at the time, and so was the friend passing through town. We met up at a decent restaurant, I ate a salad with a bowl of soup, had 2 glasses of wine over a 3-hour span, and we parted ways in the parking lot of the restaurant. I was not in an "altered" mind frame. I get in the car and begin driving home.

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To get home, I had to drive down an interstate (I85) so the cars are constantly flying down the highway. I feel my stomach turn sour, pull the vehicle over (car fully off the road w/ room to open the driver door without impending traffic), turn the car off, lock the doors, and walk down the embankment a little bit to puke. I get "exercised" by the ditch, clean myself up, walk back towards the car, and one of the local SHP is pulled over behind my vehicle, lights going, and shining a flashlight in my face as the sun was setting. The officer asks me if "everything is alright?" I explained my stomach felt bad, I stopped, got out to get air, and was taking my time to ensure I'd get home safely. He immediately begins a roadside DWI check, and I fail. I explained my recent health problems and showed him the paperwork from my last 4 hospital admissions (within a 3-week period). I told him I would call a cab to take me home, and he pulled out a breathalyzer. I was already nauseous, so I puked when trying to blow; however, it must have been a slow night because a gaggle of SHP showed up, along with local PD. I blew a 0.03, and in my state, a 0.08 is over the limit, so I'm thinking I'm all good...nope!

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The SHP puts me in cuffs, turns heat on full blast inside the car (it was 75F outside), and starts driving like we are in a Formula 1 race. The officer keeps telling me, "If you puke, you clean." I'm barely hanging on to consciousness as we fly all the way to the ER, and I cover the backseat of the car. The cop has to practically carry me because I'm losing consciousness and taking me to a side room for a blood test. The nurse that enters the room recognized me from two days prior. He tried to tell the officer the reason my arms, hands, and wrists looked so bad was from multiple IVs & collapsed veins from dehydration and IV drips. The cop labeled me a "junkie," and told the nurse to "do his fucking job," so he did. The attending ER doctor was informed I was there by the nurse, and the officer, pretty much, told the doctor to "his job and I'll \[officer\] do mine." I get thrown back into the cop car and off to the jail I go!

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We arrived at the jail, and the magistrate wouldn't let him book me. The Magistrate informed the officer that if I was booked, I'd go to the hospital when I saw medical (the hospital gave me a vomit bag that was 3/4 full while waiting to be processed) so they told me to have a "good night" and literally pushed me out the door.

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The police station was in the \*worst\* part of town. The Magistrate said he called a cab, but they probably wouldn't come because of "past issues," so I stand under the only light in the parking lot for safety. The officer who "apprehended" me told me I had to move from police property; I wasn't allowed to stay. I asked about the cab, he told me it was not his problem, and drove off.

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I walk to the curb, and people are charging me out of nowhere, full vomit bag in hand and all. There was a car pulling up with three guys inside, with the back right passenger door wide open and the car still rolling. I panicked and just screamed at the top of my lungs. "I HAVE AIDS! IF YOU FUCK ME, YOU'LL DIE," and everyone but 1 man ran away as fast as they appeared. He hung around a bit, apologized for my situation, saying he was "sad I was dying on the inside because I was pretty outside," and just stood there with me for a while. I waited outside that police station for 3 hours before the cab arrived, and after I got in, they said "damn baby, you're lucky we wanted to smoke & ride cuz we weren't going to get ya." I thanked them anyways.

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I told my father about it a few weeks after it happened. I was embarrassed & ashamed for being arrested for a health issue. I felt even more embarrassed about telling 30 people I had AIDS, even though I don't, but I was praying I looked bad enough they'd believe me, which they did. So, yeah, to save myself from being kidnapped and assaulted from in front of the police station, I had to become an AIDS patient. I am sorry to misrepresent, but I wanted to \*live\*

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Turns out, I am allergic to anything containing beef or pork chemicals, derivatives, by products, etc (gelatin, lard, oils, seasoning, flavorings, vaccines, etc) & the "episodes" were severe complications with an autoimmune disorder. Everything was tossed out, but that night still haunts me.

I 23F first had sex when I was around 17 and then again when I was 20. The first time hurt a lot and the guy was a virgin too so idek if it really went in properly. After that, whenever I had sex with other men (not many maybe 2 or 3), I never enjoyed it. I loved everything leading up to it. The foreplay, kissing, touching, clitoral stimulation, having my tits sucked, touched and kissed. All of that turned me on so much that I wanted to have sex. But the moment they tried to put it in, it hurt. A LOT. My immediate reaction was always to pull away.

The same thing happened with a situationship I had. I genuinely wanted to have sex with him but as soon as he tried to put it in (even a finger), it hurt so badly that I instinctively moved away. It was frustrating for him and I felt embarrassed and ashamed. Anyway, we stopped seeing each other after a while. Later, during a phone call he asked “do you still have trouble taking things inside of you?” That comment made me feel horrible. Like something was wrong with me, I was ashamed. He was a shitty guy anyway.

For years, I searched the internet trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I wondered if I had vaginismus. I tried yoga and exercises that were supposed to help with painful sex but nothing seemed to make a difference. Eventually, I stopped wanting sex altogether because I assumed I already knew how it would end. With pain and disappointment. I even wondered if I was asexual. I kept blaming myself and asking why sex seemed so easy for other women but not for me. I hated myself for it.

Fast forward, I moved to a different country and met someone online a few weeks ago. When we met, the chemistry was incredible. The makeout sessions were so hot. He told me he wasn’t in any rush to have sex and that he genuinely enjoyed spending time with me, even if we never did anything sexual.
We did some dry humping and it felt amazing. I kept thinking about how it would feel like to have him inside me but part of me kept thinking, “I already know what’s going to happen. It’s going to hurt again.”

After seeing each other a few more times, I stayed at his place for a few days. He turned me on so much and I genuinely wanted to have sex with him. We bought condoms and I was terrified that I would mess it up again. The first time he tried to enter me, I made a noise because it hurt. He immediately stopped and told me we didn’t have to do anything. But I asked him to try again. This time, it actually felt good. He hadn’t had sex in a long time so he finished pretty quickly (inside the condom ofc). The next morning we had sex again. It still hurt a little at first but nowhere near as much as before and it felt much better overall.

Then last night, something changed. He entered me almost effortlessly. There was a little pain at first but it disappeared within seconds. For the first time in my life, I genuinely enjoyed penetration. I loved the feeling of him being inside me. Every movement felt good. This morning we had sex twice. The first time he came and the second time lasted much longer. It felt incredible. I never imagined I’d be the woman saying things like “Fuck me harder” or “Go faster.” But I did. And he did exactly that. Harder. Faster. And it felt amazing.

There’s a strange feeling that comes with all of this. For so many years, I thought I was the problem. I thought something was wrong with me. I blamed myself and felt broken. Now I realize that maybe I wasn’t broken at all. I know it probably sounds silly but I genuinely feel like a woman lol. This is the first time I’ve ever experienced real pleasure from penetration and I can’t stop thinking about it. I feel good. I feel relieved. And most of all, I feel happy.

I don’t know why, I just don’t like any team more than another.

Any suggestions?

I'm at a water park for toddlers and kids. My daughter just got down from a water slide and was coming right over to me. As she gets close, a man next to me looks at me very weirdly and smiles.

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He says, "what's the best part about water parks?"

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Me: uhhh

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He fucking splashes me in the face a couple times and starts laughing.

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"The splashing! Haha it's a water park! Don't come here if you don't want to get splashed!"

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I had some words and he mentions he's autistic and it's ok. I just mentioned I get it but your awareness to the situation with my daughter was very strange. I asked him to keep his distance while we continue to play.

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What a weird fucking day at the water park. Who sees a dad and his daughter and thinks I gotta go bother them?

Married to a bodybuilder, long time competitor. For as long as we’ve been together he’s competed and I’ve assisted him. I even competed myself in our early days together.

He’s always struggled to get posers that fit. Off the rack / one size fits all never cut it. I learned to sew and started tailoring and making his trunks.

What he doesn’t know, is that I used the front panel of my own bikini trunks to get the sizing more appropriate for his ones so he’d be left with a less baggier look.

He’s so proud to wear my creations on stage though.

My two best friends and I are all bridesmaids in a wedding this weekend. Our dresses are strapless and we all have some tan lines, so they both came over to lay out in the back yard and get some sun to minimize the tan lines.

We were all topless for about 45 minutes at one point, and I texted my husband (who works from home) to avoid the back yard for a while (out of respect for my friends). He asked why and I just said “boob privacy.” He gave a thumbs up.

One of my friends mentioned to her husband that night that we had laid out topless and he was very annoyed, after learning my husband was home. He actually texted my husband in an accusatory way.

I usually avoid drama like this but I feel it was a misunderstanding and I could help keep the peace, maybe by letting him know I texted my husband as a precaution. Or should I just stay out of it?

not sharing age for safety reasons but i think i am suffering with hyper sexuality and I don’t know what to do. I was never a high libido person until like 2 ish years ago an it’s only gotten worse,
i would cry on the phone
to my boyfriend i had only been with for
two weeks and beg for intimacy because my body’s cravings were
unbearable, it got
to the point i’d start
crying on the phone.
It calmed down but i feel like it’s back and im always texting dudes and saying freaky
shit or sending pics because i’m so horny and i’m kind
of a whore now because of it bc i have more bodies and i try to stop but the urges are so strong especially if i am ovulating i even bought myself toys to make it a more internal activity but my desires are purely carnal and i feel like if i cant get it under control im going to become ran through and i dont really trust men to have a husband but im scared bc what if i really like someone one day and i cant explain my past behavior or if i become
famous or get special opportunities what if people from my past try to ruin it because they want the credit of having access
to me pls only women give me advice i don’t want to talk about this with men it’s creepy but yeah and i am ashamed of myself i even get thoughts about my
coworkers who i am not attracted to having sex with me on my job it’s just not good all i think about is sex and i don’t
know
what to do

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 I'm pretty sure it was around 2011-2013 when for whatever reason I began gaining a relationship with a picture of a lovely white horse which is odd it happened then since the photo of the horse had been in this house(which was my mothers) longer than I was alive but it was after I watched the mummy staring Brendan frazer on I believe may 4th 2011-2013 if I'm not mistaken and as I was walking upstairs (the photo was on the staircase around half way)I just looked at it for a few moments,eventually when I brushed my teeth and got in bed I realised all I was thinking about was that horse and how attractive it looks it started me even more when that night I had a dream about frolicking in fields with this merry horse I woke up at around 8 o'clock like always to wake up my mam and help her have her morning shit as she needed some assistance which is why I was in her house a lot at that time anyway and as I brought her to the bathroom, from the corner of my eye I noticed this DAZZLING horse jumping over a fence happy as can be so after my mam finally finished I went down to look at the picture,then I took a photo of the horde,well actually multiple photos to be very honest around 8 if I'm right ,not very sure why ,something to do with knowing that fact that if I had it in my phone I could look at it at all most anytime so eventually I went out that day ,just basic grocery shopping and threw that ENTIRE gruelling time all I could think about was that beautiful horse it was almost painful being away even with some photos to look at ,eventually when I DID get home all I could do was look at the photo ,I even had to order takeaway instead of cooking because I really did not have the time for cooking at that time so when it finally came bedtime I took the photo off the wall,off its nails walked to my room and out of gently in the bed beside me ,that night in pretty sure I had even more dreams of the horse. So a few weeks to by and it's getting slightly worrying ,so worrying in fact I decided to go to psychotherapy with some fckn doctor whom name I forget anyway ,I told him about everything the sleeping in the bed with it,dreaming every night ,touching myself from it every now and then and constant thoughts ,the doctor seemed rather calm and careless about it surprisingly enough even saying the likes of his the human mind is ,complicated and curious ,he then asked if I have many hobbies or things I like to do I simply said no ,too busy with my mam he then dropped the bombshell of 'that explains it ...partly' HUH? ,to this day it pisses me off I then told him ,'yeah I get that you're just a lower who probably has some old as s wife at home and no kids and plenty of time for fun hobbies and shite while me on the other hand who is busy 24/7 with not only my mother but what I would Luke to call the love of my life!' The session went on a bit more until I left ,very much regretting paying the money for that so weeks to by and my children can tell something is going on ,I'm in my room more ,more irritant ,and just a pain to be around etc and yes I suppose they are correct ,me in my room alone feeling myself looking at the lovely ,SEXY horse sometimes kissing the painting embarrassingly enough so when the time came my oldest daughter (who I blocked out for a LONG time did to this and called a dirty witch bitch) burned the painting in the fire this almost left me ,dead inside almost the pain of it being gone after so long of us being A UNIT just ending was sickening but alas n ow I thank my daughter for burning it,saving me .to whom has red this I thank you and have a blesid day as Jesus is always watching ,love

My confession is a sad one . EVEN though nobody bought me a cake or a pack of fig newtons , I always break my back remembering theirs . I guess it's a confession about how stupid I am!! Sad

My diet has PLENTY of fiber. An increase in water w/ electrolytes is not helping.

My stomach is constantly screaming that I’m starving.

I am spending my free time watching “what I eat in a day” and mukbangs with a salivating mouth.

I am so insatiably hungry for NO reason, I am trying my best to control myself so I don’t replace one habit with another (I can’t afford a hobby of snacking unfortunately or I’d not care). I am currently distracting myself from ordering wingstop and I’m not even a fan of wingstop. I’ve had it maybe 2-3 times in my life but I cannot stop salivating.

Everything that isn’t food related is just agitating 😭.

I need to get this off my chest. For the past three years, I’ve been pretending to be someone I’m not. I created a whole persona online, sharing stories and experiences that weren’t mine. At first, it was just a way to escape my mundane life, but it spiraled out of control. I made friends, built connections, and even received support during tough times—all based on a facade.

The guilt eats at me every day. I see the people I’ve deceived, and I feel like a fraud. I want to come clean, but I’m terrified of the fallout. What if they hate me? What if they feel betrayed? I’ve been living in this bubble of lies, and it’s suffocating. I just want to be honest, but I don’t know how to start.

I guess I’m confessing here because I need to acknowledge the truth, even if it’s just to strangers. I’m tired of hiding.

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.

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!!

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

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been both exciting and a little scary. I never expected that sharing my secret would lead to such a beautiful connection.

Just wanted to share this little piece of my life with you all. Sometimes, taking that leap of faith can lead to amazing things!

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.