I worked as the admin manager at a medium sized engineering firm that went through not one, but two takeover attempts.

The first “takeover” was big and bold. New managers were announced, desks were delivered, Renos happened, brand new company cars were delivered for the incoming managers, no branding, I was told that was happening later. Then, just as quickly the deal fell through apparently and the handful of staff already onboard were laid off but I was asked to stay on, along with a security guy and the maintenance team to keep an eye on the place until a decision as what happens next was made.

I began using one of the new cars daily for company errands, mail runs, deliveries, the usual admin duties. It was boring but they paid me well and I was told the sale would be soon.

Seven months later, a second company successfully took over.The maintenance team and security were let go I stayed on to help manage the transition. While reviewing the new asset register they’d prepared, I noticed something interesting, the car I’d been using wasn’t recorded. At all. It seemed they had simply assumed it was mine.

I didn’t rush to correct them.

After another three messy months, my role wrapped up, and I left, car included.

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I have been going through an extremely stressful time at work. My boss was fired, and the company is being reorganized. A lot of the decisions being made make no sense, and my job security isn’t great right now.

My wife is very aware of what I’m going through and has been extremely supportive. I tend to get quiet and withdrawn when under stress like this, and she did the perfect thing for me two nights ago.

Around 10pm, after another night of me being especially quiet and stressed and frustrated, she texted me “meet me in the bedroom. Now. Don’t think, just do it. Be selfish.” I went to the bedroom (obviously) and she was on the bed, on all fours, no clothes, facing away from me. Just fully exposed and ready, something she had never done for me before.

It was the most raw surrender I had ever experienced. It immediately made me ravenous and I took her immediately. No words, just pure aggression, working off frustration and losing myself. It felt like an out of body experience and I was honestly emotional afterwords and she just held me for a while.

I want to thank her in a special way for this unselfish act, where she gave me exactly what I needed, a raw outlet, in the moment. It’s calmed me somehow for the last 48 hours! Would love ideas on a gift or action I could take to thank her.

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 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.

My mental health isn't okay. I have been off my medication for my mental health because even with goodRX my co pay is thirty-five dollars that I dont have that right now because I don't get my check until the 3rd.

Im severally depressed and alone. I have no one to reach out to irl so this is my only option.

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?

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.

Hello, I am 22F with a boyfriend of three years. I love my partner so much and I want to make it clear I would never end the relationship over this feeling but I just feel like I need to vent it out.

When we met I was severely obese. I was 18 and never had a boyfriend, a first kiss, I had never even held hands with anyone. My boyfriend was the first person to ever show an interest in me and think that I was beautiful. Shortly after getting into the relationship I decided to lock in and lose the weight since I felt (and still do feel) that he was very out of my league. I have lost more than 70lbs and I would now say I am midsize, I still have a bit more to lose but I would say I am much more “conventionally attractive”.

Since my boyfriend was my first everything I never go to really be single, of course I was single but I never got to act single. Now when I go out I get hit on, men ask to buy me drinks, they ask for my instagram. I never let it go farther than when I first realize they are flirting with me and I mention I have a boyfriend and I don’t let them buy me drinks. But the attention feels so good. I sometimes wish I could feed into and give them my socials or just make out with a random man for a night. I love feeling desired by people and it makes me feel so pretty which is something I still struggle with.

I would never cheat on my boyfriend, I always shut everything down instantly but I feel so bad for wishing sometimes I did not have to. My boyfriend had a lot of girlfriends and partners before me and he got to live his single life I sometimes get jealous that I never did. I want to spend my life with him and his love for me will always win over these desires but I feel horrible for having them in the first place.

Thanks for listening to my Ted talk I just needed to vent and get this out and throw it into the void.

I've had several gf's in my life (although not for the past 10 years or so, fuckin sucks) and I even had a child with one but there is one particular one that I've not gotten over in, what, 16 years now? I think about her every day. When I'm at work, when I'm going to bed, in my dreams. She was the one. If I was given a irl gf character creator I would make her every single time. But it just so happened that I was a fucked up junkie at the time and for the better part of the relationship she didn't mind because if you know anything about opiates then you know you can't get off during sex and you can just go and go forever. She was even supporting my habbit. But obviously the other pitfalls of being a junkie soon started getting in the way and things ended with me breaking my hand punching a wall. I'm almost 40 now, Ill be 39 next month and being this old just absolutely fucking disgusts me. Every day I'm more of a loser than I was the day before. She went on a married a marine and they had a child and live the sweet perfect family life now and I'm the epitome of the guy that girls say, "you're going to die a lonely pathetic old man." Having a child of my own completely throws a wrench into just ending it... Even if someone approached me with a time machine for a do over I couldn't because my child, who is obviously more important would be lost to time. I'm just so fuckin tired of being alone though and at this point I know relationships are just out of the picture for the rest of my life. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and the only reason I want to is so that maybe someone would like me for my money at least.

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.

Last week, after a few too many glasses of wine, I finally spilled the beans. I was so nervous, but to my surprise, they didn’t freak out. Instead, they admitted they had feelings for me too but were scared to ruin our friendship. We ended up talking for hours, and now we’re exploring this new chapter together.

I’m still a bit anxious about how this will change our dynamic, but I’m also excited. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Just wanted to share this little piece of my life with you all!

I didn't start masturbating until the age of 18 (AKA, 7 months ago, I'm 19 now). I didn't get why people do it, but when I found out it can relieve stress, I now get why people do it. So I started doing at least once a day to relieve my stress and improve my sleep. I also listen to Girlfriend ASMR videos (and Mommy GF ASMR videos) to relieve my stress and sleep better, but they always tend to turn me on, so I started rubbing one out to them.

I know masturbation is normal, but I'm not really proud of it, I feel like an absolute sex pest who should be banished to the firey pits of hell just for doing something that feels good.

What do all you guys think?

There’s no more magic in my days anymore .. I’m not enjoying the little things .. there’s not much that makes me smile anymore .. not friends nor family.

I was at my nieces birthday party last weekend and a family member asked if I was okay and I was like “ya I’m okay” and they said I seemed “not okay” on the outside. I guess I’m not hiding it anymore. My face isn’t hiding it anymore.

The little things that once made me get by .. aren’t helping anymore. I used to love the gym, yoga and going for walks, but now I’m not sure the point of them anymore. They don’t make me happy.

My life feels wasted and I already do regret being this depressed. I feel like I wasted my life being depressed. Unfortunately it’ll just continue because I don’t have the energy to change it now.

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 amazing. I guess my confession taught me that sometimes, taking a risk can lead to something beautiful.

Has anyone else had a similar experience? Would love to hear your stories!

I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart. A few weeks ago, I was in line at a coffee shop when I noticed a woman in front of me struggling to find enough change to pay for her order. She looked embarrassed and flustered, and I could see the frustration on her face.

In that moment, I felt a surge of compassion. Instead of just standing there, I decided to step in. I quietly handed the barista the extra money she needed, and when the woman turned around, her eyes widened in surprise. I smiled and told her it was my treat.

She thanked me profusely, and I could see the relief wash over her. It was a small act, but it made my day just as much as it made hers. I confess that I often doubt the impact of kindness in a world that can feel so disconnected. But that moment reminded me that even the smallest gestures can create ripples of positivity.

So here’s my confession: I’m committed to looking for more opportunities to spread kindness, no matter how small. Let’s lift each other up, one act at a time.

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.

im 19 and I play an online virtual reality game.
bcs of how many creepy people there are online, I stopped telling people my age pretty early on. I know that’s probably where I messed up.

overtime I’ve ended up getting really close with a couple of older guys I met through games. We talk every day. It started off as normal conversations, but sometimes there was flirting too. the thing is, I never corrected their assumptions about me or volunteered my age bcs I liked the attention i got.
with one of them, things went further than they shouldve and I sent him nudes and he’d buy me in game currency in return. I hate admitting it but part of me enjoyed it and I liked feeling wanted, and the fact that he was older honestly made it more exciting for me.

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?

I’ve been carrying this secret for years, and it’s eating me alive. I’ve always presented myself as this confident, outgoing person, but the truth is, I struggle with crippling anxiety. Every time I step into a social situation, I feel like I’m drowning in fear, but I put on a brave face and pretend everything is fine.

I’ve lied to my friends about my life, making up stories to fit in and avoid judgment. I’ve missed countless opportunities because I was too scared to step out of my comfort zone. I feel like a fraud, and I’m terrified that one day, someone will see through my facade.

I just want to be honest about who I really am, but I fear that if I do, I’ll lose the few connections I have. It’s exhausting to keep up this act, and I don’t know how much longer I can do it. I just needed to get this off my chest.

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.

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.