I was out at an after hours club dancing with my husband when a girl approached him and told him that she wanted to f*** him so bad and I’m literally standing right in front of him. Her friend tells her to leave us both alone and that we are married and she seems upset but still persistent. She follows us around the club every time we move we see her from the corner of our eye trying to dance provocatively while staring at my husband. We both felt extremely uncomfortable and decided to leave.

Anyone who thinks doing this is disgusting and I honestly wish we would have told her something at that moment, but I’m not a very confrontational person. It was giving I think I look better than you so I should have him. I’m not an ugly girl, not that if I were that would make it okay but I’m not. We are also happy together and he wouldn’t leave me for a one night stand, when we literally have an insanely amazing sex life. Ugh I wish I would have told her something, but hopefully her friend did. It seemed like she was trying to keep her away from my husband the whole time too. Don’t ever be that person. You might get punched if you try something like this.

basically what the title says. she asked me to come over to her dorm to “study”. I didn’t expect anything to happen because there were times where we actually studied together after class but this time was just different. we were always a little flirty but it was subtle, nothing crazy, so this was a little unexpected.

okay so the real confession is, I’m currently in a talking stage and I don’t know if i should tell her that this happened or not.

While I was in class doing my work casually and I started to get a boner. I wanted to cover it up by putting it in my wasteband but, I put it their and it wasn’t behind my shirt. The kid sitting next to me saw it and instantly said “YO!!!” I looked down with pure embarrassment and instantly turned completely red. I told him not to tell anybody and he pretended like he didn’t’t see anything. What do I do?

my dad is getting older, and lately i've been spending a ridiculous amount of time trying to protect him from scammers, 3-4 days ago I got him cloaked numbers and also deleted his info from broker sites and whatever you can think of the man gets calls about everything. fake insurance offers, loans he never applied for, people pretending to be from his bank, you name it. i've explained to him probably a hundred times that he shouldn't answer unknown numbers, especially when someone starts asking personal questions.

he keeps answering and for the longest time, it drove me absolutely insane, i'd hear him talking to some random person on the phone, realize it was another scammer, and immediately tell him to hang up. sometimes i'd get frustrated and ask him how many times we needed to have the same conversation.

he'd usually just laugh it off and say he knew what he was doing but something happened recently that made me look at the whole situation differently, i was sitting in the other room when his phone rang. he answered, and i could hear him having what sounded like a completely normal conversation. asking the person how their day was going, telling them a little about his own, even laughing at something they said.

eventually i realized it was another one of those sales calls.

when he hung up, i asked him why he'd spent so long talking to someone who was obviously trying to sell him something he just shrugged and said, "well, at least somebody called."

i don't think i've ever felt so awful over such a simple sentence, i started thinking about how different his life is now. he doesn't go out nearly as much as he used to. a lot of his old friends aren't around anymore. most days are pretty quiet, and even though i try to spend time with him, i have my own responsibilities and can't always be there.

and now i'm wondering how many of those calls he answers simply because he wants someone to talk to. i've been so focused on keeping him safe that i never really considered how lonely he might be. the worst part is that i know these scammers don't care about him. to them he's just another number on a list, another older person they might be able to manipulate emotionally.

but to him, sometimes it's just another human voice on the other end of the phone and that absolutely destroys me.

i'm still going to do everything i can to protect him. i don't want someone taking advantage of his kindness or his need for conversation.

but i've also realized that blocking numbers and warning him about scams isn't going to fix the bigger problem.

he needs people. real conversations. someone asking how his day went without trying to get something out of him.

i feel guilty thinking about all the times i got annoyed with him for answering those calls. i thought he wasn't listening to me, but maybe i wasn't really listening to him either.

i love my dad more than anything, and the thought of him being so lonely that a stranger trying to scam him can make his day a little better is something i can't get out of my head i guess i'm writing this because i don't know who else to tell.

please check on your parents, especially as they get older. sometimes the things that frustrate us about them are just their way of dealing with something they don't know how to talk about.

Im 16 and im tired of acting homphobic when boys are genuinely cute asl I wanna cuddle one to sleep so bad

I got married about 4 weeks ago now. It was a beautiful day filled with a boat load of emotions. About a week ago, a girlfriend of mine who was at the wedding, mentioned that she didn’t know about European traditions. I asked her what she meant, and she said “I didn’t know it was common practice for the groom and his mother to kiss on the lips”. I was really confused by that, and she then told me that when my husband and his mom were walking down the aisle together, they had kissed on the lips at the end of the pew. I was extremely uncomfortable with this and asked my husband about it.

My husband told me he was extremely taken aback by his mother. He had told me that it was normal walking down the aisle with his mom, and when he was expecting a kiss on the cheek, she kissed him on the mouth. My husband was honestly quite angry at his mom for this because it was unexpected and he was embarrassed by it. He didn’t tell me (or bring it up at all), because he didn’t want it to overshine our day. My husband said it was merely just a peck and he was confused and just went on with the day. I had no idea until a week ago.

I want to state that my MIL is one of the kindest people ever, but when it comes to any situation where there is pressure or anxiety, she overthinks and her brain typically just turns off.

I know it was a millisecond out of a beautiful day, but I am not sure why it’s giving me the ick so much. It’s not like his mother is overbearing or heavily involved in our relationship, but it genuinely just made me uncomfortable knowing that. I’m pretending to just brush it off (because the thought of it makes my husband uncomfortable) but I can’t shake the thought of it. Yuck.

I was asked in June to speak at a state wide conference Halloween weekend. The committee that host the conference caught wind that my wife has Covid and decided to pull me. I spent an embarrassingly large amount of time preparing over the last 5 months. This is at a time in my life when I am EXTREMELY busy. I was promoted a few months back and my new role is very demanding (I average 7 business meetings per day). I’m highly paid but it’s hard. I have an 18mo old and 2 older kids. I have to travel for work. Every single hour of free time is precious and rare. And just about every single one of those hours the last several months was spent preparing for this talk.

My parents were coming in town to hear it. I bought a suit. I myself am not sick. The talk was to be one hour and maybe 400-700 people. I had some really good jokes and heartfelt stories planned. Some parts of it were dedicated to my mom who would have been in the audience. Many times I cried thinking of what to say. I became attached to the outcome of saying things to her from the podium. I don’t need a podium to talk to her, but I know it would have a different impact talking about her in that way in front of all those people. The stories of her would have made people cheer. She deserves that too, trust me.

I’m very sad. I feel let down and disrespected. Some of the folks that made the decision are my friends. They cited safety issues and offered to door dash my wife some soup. I declined.

I apologize in advance if this is over the place, I’ve had a few drinks tonight. But a friend of mine from school posted some family photos of her and her family (mom and siblings) and at first i was like aww cute but i was looking very closely at her mom who was also close friends to my mom and it hit me that ill never get to see her grow old and see her face change. I get too see everyone else grow old, my friends moms, my moms friend…. Everyone but her.

My mama passed away from suicide in 2024 and every once in awhile it hits me hard, it hasn’t hit me this hard in a bit but god I’d give anything to see her get older. We had a complicated relationship and that makes it even worse hut I do miss her. She was the only oerson I knew for so long and now I’m living my own life in outside of it all i can’t shake the fact that I’ll never know her past that. I’ll never se her get better or be happier. I will never get any more memories with her.

Nothing "exciting" but I, (29F) stupidly did an ancestry DNA kit.
To preface, I have always been very interested in genealogy, history and everything under that umbrella.

I stupidly discovered that my "dad" isn't my biological father. In the beginning I thought I was okay with it "It doesn't matter, he still raised me etc, etc" but the longer time has gone on, the more it's eating me alive.

I do have two younger brothers, and I just feel like I'm in a glass box separated from the rest of my family, that I'm just an imposter hiding this deep dirty dark secret that will implode my entire family.

Initially I was sure I could figure out who my biological father is through DNA, but the issue is my strongest paternal match is only 247cM... so I asked my mum. To make a long story short she was absolutely mortified & told me about an assault. (she had me when she was 16) I didn't end up with a name.

I had my first son late 2024 and he is such a deeply proud and doting grandfather, his parents are also beyond enamoured to be great grandparents.
I feel absolutely disgusting and like the worst person in the world, that I am lying straight to his face & everything he has ever known and loved is an entire lie.
This knowledge would DESTROY him, my parents marriage, my whole entire family.
I've thought about speaking to my brother (22m) about it, for some "release" but I just can't... I can't put that knowledge and burden on him.

I don't even know WHY I'm so determined to find out who my biological father is, I can't do anything about it.
It's also starting to fester resentment for my mother, which is completely unreasonable and absurd; I know it's not okay.
I just wish I could go back in time and never take the stupid bloody test.

A family member has passed me and another family member were left every thing. My wife that never really talked this family member or the other person who inherited is demanding a say in what happens to money,furniture, etc. I dont think its her say considering i had no say in what happened to either one of her grandparents estates. Who's right in this situation?

I’m 19 and I’ve been a third for this couple for some time and we’ve always been careful. But last time the wife asked if I wanted to take my condom off and I didn’t really think much of it so I just said sure and we had sex without it… Turns out the husband wasn’t fine with it at all, which I didn’t know, he was there and watched me take it off but didn’t say anything for some reason and now apparently they’ve been having huge arguments about the fact she let me cum inside her… I feel bad because usually they’re a very happy and loving couple and I didn’t think I’d cause so much harm over a stupid decision. :/

My family is in shambles. My cousin had SWAT bust his door down and take all of his things, and arrest him in his front yard. hes currently in jail for “obscene communication, obscene posession of material, & public order crimes.” I’ve been told by family that it was CSAM. His story is that he accidentally clicked a link & immediately tried to report it. I’m calling bullshit for obvious reasons but the rest of my family seems to believe him. Can anyone even tell me what those charges mean? This whole thing makes me wanna vom

This weekend we had our senior trip and I got drunk for the first time in my life (im 18) and I can’t get that feeling out of my mind. I felt so carefree and fun and normal and like I exist outside of my mind. I was laughing and dancing and talking to everyone without any fear. It was like my actual personality finally came out which I usually only have at home with my family. Normally, I would’ve probably just stood awkwardly in the corner making fake boring conversation with someone or hiding in tbe bathroom when it got too exhausting to keep up the act.

It was vodka and my friend had stolen it from her parents. I drank more than anyone else that night. Nobody was focused on me so I kept taking mouthfuls and following it up with soda. It was definitely too much tho bc the good part lasted about 2 hours before I was stumbling and dizzy and throwing up and ended up passing out.

I didn’t have a hangover or anything tbe morning after but one of the girls told me I was so fun last night and that she had never seen me laugh before. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that. The rest of the trip we didn’t drink and I was back to my quiet robotic boring self

If im gonna be honest, the whole reason I went on tbis trip was bc I knew there was gonna be alcohol. I’ve been wanting to know how it feels forever and now that I have it feels like I found a cure. It genuinely feels like medicine. I want to be feel like tjat every single torturous day in school/public. Obviously I would drink less than I did that night so I don’t crash like that. Just a little to make me feel normal.

I am so so so jealous of those people who don’t have these issues in their brain and can just be themselves around others. I’m unable to form real connections with people bc I can’t be vulnerable. But when I was drunk man I felt so good sosososos good. It was so great. I’d do anything to feel like that everyday

I'm having a real hard time with self worth lately.

In high school, I was no one, bullied for my interests in gaming and anime, I would flit between groups of people. I mimicked and assimilated until I graduated.

When I graduated, I did much the same but I was thin, hot and a gamer. In the late 2010's, I could get any man or woman I wanted because I was physically attractive. Tall, red haired with freckles and a decent sized chest. Anyone I wanted to have sex with, I would and could. I slept with about 20 people just because I could and because my self worth stemmed from who found me attractive. Cause if that happened, they wouldnt leave me. It absolutely was some form of a trauma response for me. I was not a good person for a while there, there were people who took advantage of me, they were far smarter than me and knew how to manipulate the manic pixie dream girl I had become.

I met the love of my life at the tail end of this. After a friend group of mine blew up because too many of the people in it wanted to date me and I couldn't stand any of them. Anyone who wanted me while knowing surface level info about me, repulsed me. My now husband didn't like me when we met, thinking I was fake. And I was. I was whatever anyone needed of me. The perfect housewife, a popular slur for people who slept around, a quick bang, a friend. I could mould into anything anyone needed. Until I actually understood Him. He was a punk ass b* that I thought was pretentious and performative. I learned quickly that he wasn't any of that, he just valued people who were authentic to themselves. So I learned to be myself, I had to discover what I valued and what I wanted. It was freaking exhausting. I spent years in therapy and learning what I was.

It's hard to go from being the one everyone wanted to nothing in a matter of days. When I was reduced to having no one, no family, no friends, nothing, I finally figured out that it was the perfect time to find who I was.

I discovered I loved art, got diagnosed with autism and PTSD, found my passion for psychology and actually started my life. I studied my ass off, got my diploma and started a job that I found fulfilling. I was finally whole.

Now, 10 years later, I am chunky, toothless due to a medical condition and am unable to have sex at all without pain. I have to exist as a person beyond my physical form and I am struggling. I got married to someone far beyond my league and he is amazing. He's lazy and tall and hot but he is the most authentic person I have ever met. He still finds me attractive, even though objectively I'm not. I'm a fat ginger with glasses and freckles and no teeth. I am really nothing now.

But my silver lining is that I have a group of friends that value me beyond my physical body. They love me. They don't care what I look like. But I still find it so goddamn hard to accept. Maybe it's trauma or whatever but I used to be so hot. Now I'm not and I don't know how to reconcile that.

Personally, I heavily dislike when AI is used for creative works, especially when people call the generated works their own. What I mean by this are when people use these chatbots to write books for them, generate images, thumbnails and videos.

I love writing, and I do digital art. I wouldn't say I'm amazing, but I get to say that I actually sat there and did It myself, and I'm proud of what I can do. So, when I opened Youtube and saw a channel I have been subscribed to for a very long time, that I haven't seen in a year or so, be recommended with an AI generated thumbnail... It just made me sit back and pause. I opened their channel, (who by the way has 8 Million subscribers,) and see that 80% of their thumbnails have been generated, which was SHOCKING. I mean, so who knows how much of their content is generated as well, right?

Another thing that's been bothering me, Is recently, my uncle made a song. It's not bad, and I know that he actually made it, as he used to play guitar in a small garage band with my dad. But, when he showed me It, he showed me it in a video created entirely by AI. He edited the AI clips into making the "music video" but either way It just took me out of really enjoying the part he actually created. I told him I don't exactly like AI, but I couldn't tell him the video kinda put me off the song. The last time I saw my dad, he told me he'd been working on a "zombie apocalypse book" where AI helps him write it, and wow.

I just feel like it's overwhelming to me personally, and nowadays, also very, very common. This whole rant I'm not talking about messaging, or talking to a bot or whatever, even though I still disagree, that's not what this is about. I hate the creative aspect of it. You're not putting your heart into a piece of work, you're not even working. That Youtube creator I will never watch again. It makes their work feel unimaginative, and lacking in creativity.

Look, If you're reading this and thinking "I do that sometimes", all of this is not intended to be hurtful toward you. I just wish people would give art an honest go. Give writing an honest go. It doesn't matter what medium you're working in, you're going to get stuck occasionally, but it's nothing to get upset about. Be imaginative, creative. Make it meaningful.

I couldn’t do it. I sat at my desk for 45 minutes with the blade, researching on the anatomy of the wrist. Where the arteries are, how to avoid the tendons. And I decided. I laid out my letters on my desk and went to take a shower. I got in and bathed, so I would not be dirty, and I put on my boxers so they would not find me naked, and so if I decided after I wanted to get up or if I survived I didn’t have to try to one handed get up and put clothes on. I sat down on the floor of the shower for 30 minutes or more, blade on my wrist, trying to do it. I couldn’t do it. I was really scared. I knew it would be so easy, just one line, and it could all be over. But I knew if I failed, which was likely, that I would bear that mark of shame forever. I would have to explain to my therapist and to my family and to everyone that I tried to kill myself. Everyone I meet and everyone I know would see the wound, and they would know I am weak. I would have to explain to them all. If I had gone to the hospital I would have had to inconvenience my roommates since I probably couldn’t drive myself, and it would have made a big fuss because I am weak. And if I didn’t, I would have to explain to them what I had done. And I would probably get sent to a mental hospital. If I failed, nothing good would happen. If I succeeded, I would have subjected them to lifelong trauma, as they would have found my body,and I don’t want to do that to them. These feelings haven’t faded though. I still am done, I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t live any longer, knowing what happened with my lover and I. But I am still scared. I don’t know what I will do. I might try again soon, or go to a range. I think if I go to a range I will try to get everyone else off of the range, I don’t want to traumatize them. I’m so tired of this, I wish I owned a gun. If I had a gun I could go on my terms, at peace. I would drive to the beach and overlook the waves, illuminated by moonlight. And I could go on my own terms, at peace.

About a year ago, my boyfriend’s mom divorced his father. Before the divorce was even finalized, she suddenly started dating a really rich guy. Apparently, the timing was completely coincidental, but anyway…

This guy is wealthy. He owns multiple homes, has several expensive cars just for himself, and has spent much of his career holding high-level CEO positions. While I personally wouldn’t uproot my entire family to be with a rich guy, I can understand, to some extent, why my boyfriend’s mom made the decisions she did.
Fast forward to now, and she’s married to him and preparing to move into his home. There’s just one problem: he hates dogs.

As a result, she’s decided to get rid of the family dog.
My boyfriend is understandably devastated by this. He raised this dog from puppyhood, and I completely understand why he doesn’t want to give him up. I’m a huge dog person myself, so I sympathize with him. Unfortunately, my boyfriend and I already have a dog of our own, and our dogs don't get along. We previously watched his family’s dog for a month while his mom was dating her now-husband, and it was an absolute nightmare. Our dog repeatedly attacked his dog, leaving him with deep, gaping wounds. On top of that, our dog became so stressed by the situation that he compulsively licked himself until he developed bald patches and started bleeding. It was an utterly miserable situation for both animals, and I have absolutely no desire to put either of them through that again.

Unfortunately, things get even more complicated. I love dogs more than almost anything in this world, but I can also acknowledge that my boyfriend’s family dog is probably not going to appeal to the vast majority of potential adopters. It’s a very rare breed with only a few thousand left in existence. He’s an elderly, aesthetically unconventional, hairless dog who looks like he’s either undergone aggressive chemotherapy or survived a horrific burn accident. He has no teeth and severe behavioral problems, and requires specialized care. To put it mildly, he’s an acquired taste. I understand why my boyfriend’s mom doesn’t want to bring an elderly, high-maintenance dog into the home of a man who already hates dogs. However, I don’t understand why she’s making it our problem, especially presenting the only alternative as apparently euthanasia. She has the financial resources to explore other arrangements, but instead she's dumping the responsibility on us.

That leaves us in a terrible position. My boyfriend’s mom refuses to continue caring for the dog. My boyfriend doesn’t want to permanently rehome him because he’s emotionally attached to the dog he grew up with. And even if we did try to find him another home, realistically, how many people are lining up to adopt an elderly, deformed, toothless, hairless dog with behavioral issues? We’re unfortunately left with an ultimatum: take the dog, despite knowing how dangerous and stressful the situation will be for both animals, or let him be put down.

I feel terrible for my boyfriend, and I feel terrible for his family’s dog, who obviously didn’t ask for any of this. But I also feel terrible for our own dog, who shouldn’t have to suffer in his own home because someone else decided their pet was no longer convenient. There doesn’t seem to be a solution that doesn’t end with someone, human or animal, suffering. It’s a horrible situation, but it seems like our only realistic option is to do our best to care for both dogs.

I know this isn't as bad as other posts here but I just wanna let it out.

A couple months ago, I (M33) befriended a gal (F28) –lets call her Any – who I was attracted to at the time. We went on a couple dates before I made a move but she rejected me at the time and we remained as friends. Despite this, while I wouldn't say we are friends with benefits, Amy does seem to like things like making out with me, and she'll even let me grope her breasts when we are alone if she's not involved with anyone else.

About a month ago, Amy introduced me to a friend of hers (F28) –who we'll call Nat –, at first we just chatted over Instagram very casually, but recently the conversations got more frequent and more flirty, last week we even went on a date that ended with us making out.

This morning, Nat sent me a message essentially confessing she likes me, and to be honest I like her back, but starting something with her almost feels like betraying Amy, who has been friends with Nat for over 10 years, and especially with Amy's... "preferential" treat with me, it feels wrong to want to seek something more intimate with Nat, and by all means I don't want to dig a wedge between them or compromise their friendship at all.

Quite frankly I know in the grand scheme of things this isn't a big deal, but as for right now this is on my head and I just don't know what to do

ladies don’t let them go

Essentially what the title says. I was born with severe scrotal webbing that caused my penis to be fully attached to my scrotum all the way to the tip of my penis. I was also born with mild hypospadias and a very narrow pee hole. I first felt that something was wrong when I was a kid. This feeling became more pronounced until I was a teen and could identify what was wrong. My pediatrician would look at my genitals for a long time during my physicals, but never mentioned anything to my parents or I. I was very self conscious as a teen and would avoid letting anyone see me naked in the locker room or when I started having sex. It started to really affect me to the point that I would think about it all the time. When I went away to college, I scheduled an appointment with a surgeon to have it corrected. At first, I felt vindicated when he told me that it was the worst webbing that he had seen in 35 years of practice. But I also felt very weird about the surgeon. He was oddly unprofessional. He cursed a lot, was very blunt in telling me that my genital area was “all fucked up”, and was generally dismissive of my questions during the conversation. I had a feeling that I should try to find someone else, but my insurance was not good and there were no other in-network providers anywhere close to me. Plus the thought of going through the consultation appointment again filled me with dread, so I booked the surgery. After all, his online reviews were good. I was anxious enough about the upcoming surgery, but when I went home for a holiday break it got even worse. My parents told me that they got a letter from the insurance about my upcoming surgery. My dad didn’t really care, he just wanted to know about it. My mom on the other hand, had a completely unexpected reaction. She started freaking out and yelling at me about how nothing was wrong, that the surgeon was just looking to make money from me, and that I must have some obsession with my penis. We didn’t speak much for the next few weeks, and when we did she would tell me that I would regret having surgery. The day of the surgery came and went. The surgical clinic was sketchy, and now being a healthcare worker I can definitely say that the standard of care there was abysmal. I was basically rushed through like an assembly line. When I woke up I wasn’t given any care instructions, just rushed out the door as soon as I was conscious. When I got home I was in a lot of pain and slept most of the day. I had to go back to the Doctor’s office after six days to have the catheter and bandages removed. This was handled by the PA and I never actually saw the surgeon again. When I got home I looked everything over and I felt so sick. The incisions looked extremely sloppy and the stitching was done horribly. I couldn’t help but thinking the words “mutilated”. It looked like my privates were mauled by a dog. The head of my penis was especially bad. I tried my best to support the healing process and minimize scarring, but I could only do so much. I had severe scarring, bubbles of bunched skin, areas of loose skin, areas of tight skin, severe discoloration, and physical pain. I was conflicted by the results. My congenital deformities were fixed and I had a mainly functional penis, so I didn’t want to feel ungrateful after wanting the surgery for so long. I also didn’t want to feel any regret, otherwise my mother would have been proven right. So I just lived with the results for years, trying all sorts of creams, massages, stretches, and supplements that didn’t help the scarring or symptoms much. After living like this for eight years I finally decided to seek professional help after getting my own insurance and finally having the time and money for treatment. The new doctor was wonderful and validated my feelings. She was disgusted by the work and the attitude of the other surgeon and explained that it should have never happened. She performed a revision surgery, with follow ups for laser resurfacing of some of the other scar tissue. I couldn’t be happier about this, and all is well now, I just feel like I needed to write everything out to truly move past my trauma. I never fully processed everything and would feel too embarrassed to talk to anyone about this, so I just needed to put it into words in order to move on with my life. After all, I had spent so long feeling awful and embarrassed about it that it feels kind of weird in a way to not feel like that. Sorry for the long post, hopefully this resonates with some people.

It's the utter agony post drainage that's battering me the hardest, I have been burned, I had broken my arm but this is it as the dentist told me that the infection reached a nerve and thats what triggered the lockjaw so it's 5 days antibiotics, I need support I left the harmful environment I was at as bro I know if after getting the watch I had just left I would not be suffering like this tonight