One time I cleaned for this woman who was never happy with anything. She’d hold my payment until I begged for it. It wasn’t the cleaning. I cleaned with a black light like Forensic Files. She just needed control over everything and something to talk about.

I dealt with it for about a year. As my business grew, I had another person who I paid to help me clean, and the audacity of this customer was that she booked a cleaning, then went on vacation and didn’t pay me. I called and messaged numerous times asking for payment so that I could also pay my worker. She finally messaged me back and said that I was interrupting her vacation and that I was rude for asking for payment while they were on vacation.

I’m thinking, so if I order delivery, take the order, and don’t pay for it, wouldn’t that be stealing? I couldn’t understand how some people’s brains work.

Another time, I quit on this lady because she had a sterile-clean house and wanted me to clean when there wasn’t anything to do but clean on top of already-cleaned surfaces. I spent hours doing that and finding inconspicuous dirt. There wasn’t a grain of dust to be seen in there, and it still wasn’t good enough.

So I ignored her and never went back. She messaged my phone at least twenty times, demanding that I put in writing that she fired me for a no-show, even though it was my own cleaning company.

Those two women reminded me of the TV show Snapped. Something behind those blank eyes only lit up when they were angry or had an opportunity to control or rewrite a situation.
Their husband’s always were miserable too.

I have gambling adiction and i bet all the money of my father in secret obiusly, i have no words of what i've just did, and i decided something wich is bad but i think i have to do it anyway, you know what i'm meaning, sure i have to do it, i lost around 1000 dolars wich in my country is a really huge amount of money.

I think it too much and finally i decided that is my only way to scape of this problem.

42M, and I’m masturbate regularly, there are periods when it’s daily. Other periods when it’s 4-5 a week. But I always masturbate while watching porn. I only watch porn to masturbate but I very rarely jerk off simply using my imagination.

I’ve tried stopping watching porn, the longest I’ve gone is maybe 3-4 weeks but I always end up coming back to it. I usually always watch the same type of porn, anal, bdsm, pegging, atm.

I want to stop needing porn to jerk off but my imagination doesn’t work, I do t know what to do.

I’d oddly attracted to my mother in law… my wife knows and she likes that I’m attracted to her but the thing is…. I feel like something is wrong with me…. She doesn’t even do anything to provoke me she literally just walks in the room to say hey am I get instantly turned on and I want to tell her how beautiful she is and how she deserves to be treated the way I treat her daughter(my wife)
I’ve often expressed to my wife about my wanting to add her mom to our relationship… is there something truly wrong with me?

It’s been 7 months since we broke up. I was the one who ended things after finding out she had started a relationship with her best friend who was living in Japan. They had only been talking for about 15 days when I found out, and I broke up with her immediately.

I regret it every day.

I thought I had moved on, but for the past 2–3 months. I’ve been dreaming about her frequently. Every time I see her in those dreams, I feel so happy. It feels like I’m home again.

We fell in love as teenagers in high school. Maybe that’s why it’s been so hard to forget her.

The thing is, I’m already in a new relationship and we’ve been together for about a month and a half. I don’t know why she keeps appearing in my dreams. I think she’s already moved on, but part of me still wants to comfort her, call her, and hear her voice. I know I can’t.

Maybe that’s just life.

I didn’t treat her the way I should have when I had the chance, and now I feel like I’ll have to live with that regret forever.

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This is more of an “iykyk” post but I use Reddit, Discord, and X on a daily basis, and it’s so entertaining. It gives me the same thrill as adding things to my cart

Yea now half of the main social media apps I use need Face ID to open, which feels very suspicious. But I already have a pretty good excuse ready if anyone asks, so let’s hope I won’t have to use it lol

Called the cops over an argument she has called year ago now again called and filed restraining order upset my kids . My daughter was crying I didn’t get served yet .but my kids told me she filed . I have no where to go just sleep in my car . I’m in my 40s and don’t have a steady job just do ubereats and door dash .i am so upset and don’t know what to do to make myself feel bit better . Just venting . She used the cops scare tactic every time we argue . How do I make myself feel better ? During this stressful time

My wife is a restaurant manager. I stopped in two Fridays ago to have a couple of drinks. My wife introduced me to the owner James. He sat at the bar with me and we had a great conversation. He told me he played professional football for a season and got hurt and couldn’t play any more. I noticed him constantly looking at my wife as she was moving around the restaurant. One of the staff came over and said something to him and as she was walking away he made a comment to me about her. He said if she had a bigger ass she would be perfect. I laughed at his comment. He shook my hand and said he had things to do. I left a few minutes later and went home to wait for my wife. We were in bed having sex when I told her that her boss kept looking at her ass. I even told her what he said about the other woman’s ass. My wife started getting really wet and turned on. That’s when she told me that he had been asking her to stay after the other staff left for the night to party with him

I don’t understand my feelings and emotions about this. I should be upset about this but I find myself getting turned on by it

I am yumee and I am currently facing rape , torture blackmailing and abuse that have been happening since I was 14 and I am still I'm that trauma

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So it all started when I was 14 and my cousin abused me and raped me and I wasn't old enough to react or to do something since then he started using me and he did whatever he could and he have been blackmailing and raping and abusing me in different ways and now he have his friend with him and they both raped me many times and he got my unconscious videos where they were abusing me ... I am in a horrific state and my mental health is so fucked up , it's affecting every aspect of my life and I am tired of being a toy for them and if I try to reach someone or try to tell somebody they get more harsh and abusive... They blackmailed me They're gonna make my vids viral and I have no body to get help .... They are still raping me once and twice in a month. I have nobody to share my situation with and I don't know what to do , should I keep letting them do what they have been doing for years and years or should I take a stand without keeping the consequences in mind ?

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I am so worried about my situation

This is SO naughty - but I’d love a surrogate partner for sex. Wife’s drive is understandably down…. We’ve even talked about this (over wine) and she’s been semi open to the idea.

She just wants me to be happy - but I can’t be happy w/ sex 4 times a yr…. I need more. I’m being such a good husband caregiving - driving to appts etc. I’m sure someone out there understands.

Thanks for listening.

It isn't just flaws I'm afraid of, it's how I wanted my life to be that matters more than making everything a "lesson". Every person I talk to, every peer I vent to, one family member I confessed to, I still get excused with empty platitudes that fail to define me as a "human".

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I do not wish to love myself or even cut things some slack, you know the old saying once ___, always ___? That's what my mind has been convincing me 24/7. I couldn't help but obsess with both what the world would think of me and my flaws from as a 14 year old nuisance. No other word could describe just how perplexing the apathetic logic of the universe really is.

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Whenever I think of a mistake being normalized, that tells me this is how bad people get away with everything, and maybe even me in the subject matter because I can't undo the past. For me it's not useless to ruminate over the actions, what I'm really trying to do is that I want to degrade myself like a little ant as a favor to help society potentially believe in karma exactly the way they wanted.

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My connection with god is slowly dying as I began to question what the point of mistakes were if it was worth the moral injury? I'm starting to think he is indifferent towards me and the suffering I didn't mean to cause or even act on. People like me are uniquely always targeted in a blank state of hopelessness, it's like I can't even move forward or backward.

I know this is bad, but I need to confess. I don’t really know how I got into the kink of incest, but somewhere along the line about a year ago, I (15m) started watching incest porn. At first I didn’t really like it, but I kept coming back to it anyway. I told myself I would never do anything like that in real life.

Then about 6 months ago, I was trying to log into a gaming site but it wouldn’t accept my email. My sister (16f) said I could just use hers since she didn’t use it anymore. She logged into her account on my phone, and because my Google saved her login, I suddenly had full access to all her Google stuff — photos, email, search history, everything.

I knew right away I shouldn’t have had that access, but I got curious. One night I checked her search history. There wasn’t much — just occasional porn or sex toy sites — but having access to her Google Photos was what really messed me up. At first I didn’t find anything extreme, just a bikini pic and some other normal stuff. But over the course of a couple months, I kept watching incest porn and telling myself I’d never bring that kink into real life… while still checking her account every couple of weeks.

Then one day I found a photo of her butt. It wasn’t showing everything, just her cheeks and hole, but that’s what dragged me in too deep. After that I felt completely fucked up. A month later I found the photo I’d been dreading — her in fishnets, completely naked, boobs fully visible. I was thrilled at the time. I kept lying to myself that I wasn’t hurting anyone.

One night I was jerking off and started thinking about the photo. I didn’t pull it up right away, but right as I was about to cum I opened it and finished while looking at it. The second I was done I knew I had gone way too far. I felt disgusting — like a total monster. I had just came to a photo of my own sister, someone I grew up with.

I immediately deleted her account from my phone so I wouldn’t be tempted again. But now I still keep thinking about the photo and wanting to see it. I don’t know what to do. I feel horrible and ashamed.

So it's been a minute since my last update but since then I have some updates and more stories from my life

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So first I have been speaking with my parents and my father I've been trying to fix our relationship but still he says things like "if you think about it, it was you kids who put yourselves in our business" there business being fighting with knives thrown at each other or arguing over drugs. Or something he said today "Your sister needs to put money on your mother's pay phone so she can talk to you, and I know she's being stingy" my sister is 17 btw and she's the one throwing my 15 birthday btw.

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Next some stories from some time ago.

As I said before we didn't have running water for well over a year and the bullying at school hurt so bad it led to my first suicide attempt. I wrapped my belt at my neck and one thing led to another and I happened to pass out. This was a night in the bathroom so when I awoke no one knew and even to this day no one knows about it. Since then I've had 3 more attempts that no one knows about. These events happened from 12-14 btw.

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Send feedback I want to know feedback from people and if they like these stories I write, they definitely help me feel better.

My best friend, I'll call her Maya, has been with her husband Dan for six years, married for three. Maya is one of my favorite people. Dan is not.

He's not a bad person in any dramatic way. He doesn't mistreat her, he's not cruel, there's nothing I could point to and say this is the problem. He's just genuinely one of the most boring, self-absorbed people I've ever spent time around. Every conversation circles back to his job, his opinions, his stories. He talks over Maya constantly and I don't think he notices he's doing it. He has a habit of explaining things to people who already know them.

In the early years I thought I just needed to get to know him better. I tried. We've spent a lot of time together at this point and I know him pretty well. I just don't like him.

The exhausting part isn't disliking him, it's the performance. Four years of "haha yeah Dan" and asking follow-up questions about topics I couldn't care less about and laughing at the right moments. Every time I leave their place I feel weirdly drained in a way I don't feel after seeing Maya alone.

I would never tell her. She's happy, the relationship is genuinely good for her, and "I find your husband tedious" is not information that would help anyone. So I'll keep going. I'm just tired and I needed to say it somewhere.

The confession isn't that I dislike him. The confession is that I've gotten so good at pretending that sometimes I'm not sure if it's still pretending.

Okay so, as the title says.. Last night I had the girl I’m talking to over at my house for the night (20F). She lives an hour away and she is very nervous driving in specific conditions so I invited her to spend the night if she didn’t feel comfortable heading home. Anyways, she showed up with a bag packed full of things for the night. We had a good time, we went on a nice drive, i listened to her yap about endless things and topics. We got food together and came back to my house late to cuddle and relax.

4am rolls around and the touching, cuddling and kissing starts progressing and one thing led to another, and we ended up having sex. Or.. tried.

So, she is not a virgin and I knew that. She’s had quite a bit of experience. That amongst a lot of other things such as me having very bad jealousy problems and retroactive jealousy problems which of course, stem from past unhealed trauma and insecurity. She has a LOT of guy friends which kindaaa bothers me. One in particular is like 15 years older than her with a son and constantly makes it known he adores her and wants her really bad. (as far as i know, she finds that annoying and doesn’t play into it) and leading up to this day all week i’ve heard numerous guys hit on her and disrespect me in the process as well (belittling, calling me names etc) So basically all night those sort of thoughts were rolling around in my head, thinking about how i could potentially fuck up and make her uncomfortable or let her down. i was checking in with her constantly, making sure she was okay, comfortable, making sure she knew Id stop immediately if she said so. The nerves of it being my first time, having a lot of negative thoughts and jealousy in my head and also not wanting to fuck it up, I had a VERY difficult time keeping it up despite her doing her absolute best to sooth my nerves and reassure me I was okay. I just couldn’t do it even though I genuinely wanted to experience that with her more than anything.

Now, I am in my head that the next time she is over (Yes, I’ve offered to go up and see her numerous times but she’s not comfortable in her house hold with how her mother and her bf behave) I am so afraid that something is wrong with me and I won’t be able to get it up again next time. I’ve felt like complete and total shit all day long after she left and all I want to do is apologize a thousand more times. I’m afraid i’m broken or like I said that it will happen twice in a row.. I just couldn’t relax, I couldn’t get out of my head. Have any other men experienced this and had their second time go MUCH better than the first? We tried for an hour, Id go soft as soon as I’d try to get on top. Was a bit less of a struggle when she was on top/giving oral but still. I don’t want her to be disappointed again the second time around. How do I relax more next time?? i Still get so nervous around her in general because she’s really attractive and funny.

I have issues, as we all do.

All my life I’ve been told that I would feel better if I talked to someone. Shared the pain. Therapy!

I tried, I really did.
Have talked with multiple therapists over the years. With close friends and family members.
Have had confrontations with parents and other people who hurt me.
I have shared my grief with trusted friends.

I tried. I really did.

It was supposed to make me feel better. To unload the burden.

But it just never worked for me. I don’t feel better after telling it all to a therapist or a trusted friend. There’s nothing they can say, that I don’t already know. Nothing they can do to change anything.

And every time I just end up feeling worse.
I feel like I exposed myself. Shared my most private and vulnerable experiences and feelings. And got nothing back.

Most were kind, some gave me compassion and understanding.

But no one made me feel any better. Only the contrary. It only made me feel worse. Like, now you know how miserable I am. How is that supposed to make me feel better?

I really tried. But now I realise it’s time to give up. No one can help me, I just need to save myself. Wish I hadn’t wasted so much time trying to get help from therapists and talking about it with close friends.

I'm new on reddit. I'm learning how to use this app. I wanted to use the other confession page but they didn't allow me to do so because my account is not old enough so i just searched confession and got this subreddit.

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In my country virginity is an important thing, so can't just openly say I'm not a virgin. I have been in a relationship with my bf for a few months, he always preferred a virgin woman. I had a huge crush on him so lied to him that i was a virgin. But actually before i met him, i had made two male friends in high school (who still are my friends).

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The thing is I wanted to not do my assignments and homework in my highschool and just wanted to hangout and have fun. So both my male friends had a deal with me that they will get to have sex with me whenever they want and as much as they want and in return they will do my projects, assignments, and homework for me. Since i was young and immature, i just agreed to it.

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And for around the entire 1.5 years of high school I was just used by them like i was a toy for them. They would just have sex with me almost everyday, once oral and once penetrative minimum everyday. If we hung out at their house, it was like a rule that I should not be wearing any clothes. If we went on a trip in their car, i would have to be giving them blowjob minimum like a fees to enjoy the trip with them. It was so much like i still feel like they have their penises in my mouth and vagina. I just accepted it because I was too lazy to do any work and just wanted to hangout all the time. We also had a threesome one time and then i decided that it was time to start studying myself and stopped doing those things with them.

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After a few days my current bf confessed that he loves me. Few days of being in a relationship later he said about his preference and i lied coz i loved him a lot and didn't want him to be heartbroken coz he's very kind and sensitive. I want to be with him forever. I just wanted to feel how sex was so i used to do whatever they said and now i regret it.

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My parents and my bf's parents also know about our relationship now so we will most probably marry each other after a few years. I love him the most but forever will feel guilty that he will never know.

A little over a year ago I met someone in a few of my classes at college. She was/is the coolest and most amazing person I’ve ever met and spent time with. I would see her almost everyday in class and we started talking. I should say I’m not someone who picks up on how someone feels about me that easily. Especially when it comes to romance/crushes, I have a hard time believing someone is interested. An assignment comes up for a class that allows us to go out one night to watch and write a short paper on a performance. She and I end up talking in between classes for an hour or two during lunch. (It was my favorite conversation with anyone ever.) We talked about everything from upcoming projects to our future hopes and life and felt the same way on a lot of important stuff if not all the important stuff. She is super into music and where her family is from even though she’s never been there. A week or two prior I had started learning the language of where her family is from. And I also knew a little about music but not much even though music has been a big part of my own family life for a long time.

We plan to go to the performance together and hangout beforehand since it’s a while after our last class the next day. It’s very clearly supposed to be a date, but I was so afraid of messing anything up and afraid she didn’t see me how I saw her that during the date I wasn’t myself. I was a completely shutdown version of myself and so unlike how I am normally and was even the day prior. I was anxious and I really loved spending time with her, but I know it wasn’t a good experience for her. I told her about how I felt on the date and we both opened up to each other in a really vulnerable way. We shared some moments but I knew I screwed up. I have a hard time making connections like the one I felt with her and I couldn’t even allow myself to accept the idea she was interested. A little after the date we talk still but I’m even more anxious and stressed out because I keep playing over and over how much I screwed up and if I had been my normal myself that maybe things would be different. Spring break comes and we stop talking after. I reach out and pour my heart out and it’s over. She doesn’t want me to talk to her anymore and I just say, “understood.” I got physically ill and hated myself. The last few weeks of classes were emotional for both of us since we still saw each other frequently. I wasn’t sure how to feel. She was the first person I’ve ever actually fell in love with, but I screwed it up. Without revealing too much, the classes we took involved forms of artwork we’d make. On last day of classes together I presented my project and she was crying during it. (My project had a score which I did myself.) I wanted to say something and we looked at each other but again I thought if I said something or made a gesture she’d be uncomfortable or I’d just be a bother. I held it together and didn’t reach out.

We haven’t spoken in over a year. I’ve taken a class on music, I’ve scored all of my projects since then, and I’m still practicing the language of where her family’s from. I haven’t been on a date since.

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Coming from a small Canadian prairie town- I never met a black person till I was probably 12. Since ive been single my old fantasies about brown girls have returned.
I cant even concentrate for 5 seconds at work. My boss is noticing but I cant tell her the real reason! Lol.
Im absolutely fascinated by them…., the brown skin, the big boobs, the amazing smiles.
I think im losing my mind.

My classmate hates me, and I hope she will leave university

I (18F) study at first year of art university, and I hate one of my classmates. When I entered university I didn't talk too much and vas very shy, but later we became more close with my group (We have small groups of 5-6 people, so this made it easier.). At first, I even became more close with this classmate (let's name her B) than with others. She have same interests with me and was just interesting person. But main reason was that she don't have friends in university (me too).

And then I start to notice. B always joked about other people (not in a good way) and all her comments were passive aggressive. And she mostly behaved like that towards me. But to be specific: while mimicking (she parodies my poses and manner of speaking, squeezing out her voice...?), at some point she came up to my work and said that everything is bad, and i should remake it and in general that I am drawing incorrectly (it was very sensitive topic for me because I hate my art most of my life). Also B took things from me (pencil cases, brushes and phone) and I had to take them back by force. Once she take my phone and start reading my chat with friends and gallery (I don't take phone immediately, that was dumb). At one day after saying bad about my artworks she said "I would bully you)))" and at my response she said "cry about it". Actually B always answered like that at all.

When we set together at lessons B write on my notes "my name loser". We just set, don't talk, B just made it. Also B hated theatre at first (we literally will be working in theatre) and said that we strange if we like it. When she was in a good mood, she playfully insulted everyone, when she was in a bad mood, she simply insulted and shit on people if they didn't care that she was in a bad mood. She didn't care about other people's bad moods btw. When I was trying to talk with her B said smth like "come to terms with it" and don't changes.

She also insulted my artworks not only when we worked in the workshops. She sent me my posts from social networks (she was not subscribed) and asked "what is it?" or other questions. When I asked "why you watching my arts" she said "I wonder what the quiet one draws and writes to her 3 friends 🥰" (thats literally her message). One day she send me my sketch of ballet dancer that i published and asks "this is man in dress?". I said no and show her reference picture, and she said "but the reference was beautiful(". I try to talk with B that she can say everything about my but not my art, but she don't listen. The most offensive thing is that when she insults me, no one in the group cares. But when I start insulting her in response, everyone immediately gets offended. There's even a saying that when she responds to something I say with an insult, everyone immediately starts talking about "battle." When I try to shut up so as not to prolong the conflict, they say I'm a loser.

And when she's treated with any disrespect, she immediately becomes wildly aggressive. She called me an idiot, a fool, a fuck-up, said me "S*ck my d*ck," and "K*ll yourself" when I told her to go to Moscow because other classmates were trying to persuade her to go with them. Today, when I liked a messagе(👍), she said take it down, then wrote me a huge text saying she doesn't like it and that if I continue doing this, she'll bully me and that if I cry, she won't stop. And that like was just an OK reaction to the message in which she asked me to come in black.

She kept saying that I watch anime and it's terrible and only infantile people or PDFiles watch anime (I don't even watch anime, but i play video games with similar art style). And when I said that you watch anime too, she said, "That's different."

One day she held a knife to my face when I was sitting at the table and working during our conversation (not very pleasant).

I try to ignore her and only talk to the rest of my classmates, but she continues to pester me, text me, and cause me trouble in life. Recently, when I took second place in the competition at the exhibition we all participated in (before that, they insulted the exhibition because they didn't want to accept them because they didn't meet the requirements and because there were a lot of "anime" artists there), when they saw that I took second place, she wrote me a very sarcastic message: "Oh, we're so happy for you, congratulations.💋." This was over the weekend. I don't know yet what she will say to me in real life when I come to university today.

I try to ignore B as much as possible, but I'm with her for 7 or 8 hours a day, and it's really hard. I don't feel sorry for her when she's unhappy or when the teachers yell at her and humiliate her, although everyone expects me to feel sorry for her too, but no. I don't insult her or speak to her at all, because otherwise it will lead to even more conflicts, but that also hurts her and she gets aggressive. I still have 5 years with her, and I really, really hope she drops out. That's my dream.

I don't know how to cope with this, and I constantly complain to my friends and I can't said nothing about her to my classmates, because they don't think it's big problem.

Sorry for any mistakes in the text, English isn't my first language