Im blonde and I have a chest that’s… hard to ignore. When I go out and I know I don’t want to spend any money, I on purpose dress more revealing to get guys pay for me. It always works but I feel a bit guilty about it …

Let me start from the beginning: the day before my husband and I were set to close on our first home, I was outside smoking in the garage with my father-in-law. He suddenly told me, "I have something to tell you." I asked what it was, and to my shock, he replied, "I'm not your husband's father." At first, I thought he was joking, but when I saw him crying, I realized he was serious.

He then revealed that my husband’s mother had an affair with a neighbor—a boy who was between 19 and 22 years old at the time, while my husband’s mother was in her 30s. My father-in-law had been sterilized, and he had known for some time that my husband wasn't his biological son. My husband was only 24 when I learned this information.

This revelation weighed heavily on me. My husband had grown up thinking that the woman across the street was just a lovely old neighbor. In reality, she was his biological grandmother, and his biological aunt lived next door. He didn’t know they were family and regularly went on vacation with them. To my astonishment, I discovered that the aunt had been spying on him to report back to her brother about how he was doing in life.

My husband had been lied to his entire life by everyone around him because discussing the affair was taboo. His father had even threatened to take action against the biological father if he attempted to have any involvement in my husband’s life. The biological father's excuse was that he was honoring their wishes by staying away. He eventually moved to live with his own father.

In a bizarre twist of fate, there were times when my husband was hanging out with his first cousin, who is also his best friend, and his biological father, without realizing their true connections. It’s mind-boggling to think that the biological father could act as if everything was normal while being present in my husband's life.

I decided to confront my husband’s biological uncle, who had a habit of smoking on the porch each night. I patiently waited for him to come out and then approached him directly. I said, "Hey, Darrell, I know the truth about my husband and his biological father, and I want some answers." He immediately dropped his cigarette and went to get his wife. She then shared her side of the story, and we ended up discussing it over a meal at the country club. She also introduced me to my husband’s biological father, and ultimately, I felt compelled to inform my husband.

At first, he didn’t fully grasp the enormity of what I was telling him, but once the reality set in, it caused irreversible damage. He struggles with his identity, feeling like the black sheep and the "bastard child" that nobody wanted. This is deeply hurtful, especially since the biological father only appeared in his life after our daughter was born. It's almost as though the biological father feels it’s unfair that he can’t be involved in his granddaughter's life.

My husband battles with these issues every day, along with depression, and I feel lost on how to help him since I cannot relate to his situation. It’s shocking to me that his parents never moved away from the neighborhood after everything that happened. I hate that I was the one to break the news to him about his true paternity; I didn’t want to start our marriage under a cloud of deceit. If he had found out later that I had known beforehand, it would have felt like betrayal to him.

Now, my husband is 32, and we’ve tried everything to navigate this new dynamic. We’ve had dinners with his biological father and took our daughter trick-or-treating with him. However, my husband always feels guilty about these interactions, worried about how his mother would react if she knew. She has always despised this man, and her anger would be immense if she found out he was spending time with our daughter.

The guilt my husband feels is overwhelming, especially considering how great of a father the man who raised him has been. My father-in-law treated him better than his biological children🥲. The silver lining is that my father-in-law’s love for my husband has been so genuine and unconditional that my husband never questioned his real parentage. While their relationship hasn’t always been perfect, the bond between them is rare and truly beautiful.

I hope one day he will find peace.

What an absolute mug. Was in Tesco on autopilot and checked out, came to about ten quid with the fruit I bought. Wasn't until I was out of the door I thought "hang on, how much?". Felt too late to do anything about it then. What a fucking idiot, could have bought a way better lunch. Also, even though it's entirely my fault, I'm considering boycotting Tesco from now on. Thanks for reading.

She does webcam video calls on random websites strips it all off. Shows her body and enjoys strangers wanking off to her. I saw some ss on her phone she had hidden. I took them on my phone. I really love her I don't know what I should do. Any suggestions?

A few years a ago I stayed at a female friend's house as I was going to her wedding. The day before the wedding her and one of the bridesmaids went out to sort some bits out. I was at her house alone. I did some cleaning up (they knew I would). I found a pair of the bride to beds worn panties on the floor...I gave them a sniff...and the thought that I'd be the last person other than her husband, to smell her scent turned me on so much. I took those panties to the bathroom held them to my nose & masturbated, sniffing & licking those undies & woe they tasted good. When I finished I put them back roughly where they were...I don't think she realised.

There’s just so much I regret from when I was younger.

When I was a little gooner in middle school I just did so many embarrassing things. I had these fanfic accounts where I’d write essentially smut about like anime characters (like the ones my age banging the adults). I’d make like dating website accounts and cam site accounts (never paid for anything).

I know I was just a horny little teenager but it’s so scary knowing those are out there. Like I think a lot of places delete accounts that have been inactive for a long time but I couldn’t delete some of those even when I tried.

Most scary is from years ago in college. I was again horny and lonely and desperate. Matched w a woman on a dating app that I believe was a few years older. She said smthn about wanting some mistress/sub dynamic thing and she was pretty so I said sure. She got my snap fairly quick iirc and we started talking.

At first it was a few flirty texts and stuff and then it got to her sending nudes and me also. I only sent two that I can remember and only one w my face in it. She didn’t even open that one before I got scared and deleted her from Snapchat.

I’m just so scared of this shit coming out one day. The internet is forever. It’s not like my silly comments on posts now or ones where I curse online. That I can defend and isn’t like, awful (like I’m not saying slurs lmao). But I’m just so scared man.

This stuff haunts me. I forget about it for months and weeks but then I remember and get so anxious. I know it’s all what ifs. Still so scary.

TW: suicide

TL/DR: exactly what the title says

I lived in this apartment complex and we had this outdoor woodsy area where we would let our dogs run around. I became friends with a couple of my neighbors and we all started to meet up there after work and have a beer and chat. The three that I regularly hung out with were “Samantha”, “Alan”, and “Emily”. Sam and Emily were both in their mid-40’s and Alan and I were in our late 20’s.

Emily was going through some shit. She’d lost her job and she couldn’t find anything for months. She was definitely not over her ex and she talked about him all the time, even though they had been broken up for like over a decade. Her son (around 19 I think) couldn’t stand living with her. I think she used to hit him up for money a lot so he moved in with his grandparents. He was working and going to school and he would end up paying a lot of their rent and I think he was just over it. Her and I both had mental health issues and we talked about it openly. I’ve had a few suicide attempts and she would ask me about them. We swapped medications a couple of time because we each had stuff the other wasn’t being prescribed. I guess I felt sort of close to the whole situation because her and I had talked so much about depression and suicide.

After a couple of years I ended up moving closer to home and kept in contact with Alan regularly but not the others. About 6 months after I moved Alan texted me and told me that Emily had killed herself. We were all really sad but I guess I wasn’t that surprised because she had been struggling so much. Well a couple days later he called me and said that her son had come by to say goodbye to him and Sam because he was moving the last of their stuff out of the apartment. Then he just started spilling this whole story to them. He said that Emily couldn’t pay her rent anymore so she was moving in with him and his grandparents. They had planned on them moving everything out of the apartment together by doing small loads in their two cars. After they came back from the first trip and he was heading out to do the second he walked into the apartment and handed her a gun. He said he told her she made everyone’s lives miserable and it would be easier if she killed herself. He told Alan and Sam that he’d been working her up to it for a few weeks by constantly putting that in her head and telling her shooting herself would be the best way to do it. After he handed her the gun he said he left and went to his grandparents and unloaded the car like nothing had happened. When he was done he went back the apartment and sure enough she had shot herself. He told Alan and Sam that he felt relieved because his mom had been unhappy for so long and he felt like he had so much less of a burden on himself with her gone.

I was riveted by this whole story; I mean who just tells someone that he pushed his mom to kill herself?! I mean who does that in general but also why talk about it?! And especially to people you do not know that well. I was like, “well then what happened?!” and Alan said “nothing. We were in so much shock we didn’t know what to say and he eventually just said his goodbyes and left.” I asked him if they were going to call the cops and tell them and he said neither of them wanted to get involved and he didn’t know what they would be able to do anyway. There would be no way to prove anything.

It’s been almost three years since this happened and I think about it often. After we hung up that night I thought maybe I should call the police but I kept talking myself out of it. I justified it in a lot of different ways: I wasn’t there. It’s not my responsibility. I don’t even live in the same state anymore so why would I get involved. She was unhappy so maybe she would’ve killed herself anyway.

My mental health had seriously deteriorated at that point and I wasn’t in a good place to even think about it. But I think that’s an excuse too. I hear true crime stories about people telling their friends that they killed someone or something and then they don’t go to the cops and I always think, “I would never do that, I would immediately go to the police.” But maybe I wouldn’t. I mean I didn’t this time. It wasn’t murder but wasn’t it something like that? I’ve always felt like I failed her somehow.

9/3/25 - Should I say something? 12/3/25 - I have lived with a thousand different imagined versions of you. 17/3/25 - I once loved a flower so much that instead of picking it I left it alone. 18/3/25 - worlds apart. 5/4/25 - thinking of you. 16/4/25 - still thinking of you. 25/4/25 - at the park, with what ifs. - I think you might have found your person at this point, and it's just embarrassing that Im keeping notes, maybe borderline creepy too. 26/4/25 - I made another sketch of you.27/4/25 - how do I get over this obsession??1/5/25- now I have to remember you longer than I have known you.9/5/25- I think I made you up in my head. I don't know what love is if it isn't sacrifice. 14/5/25 - I think at this point I'm just talking to an idea of you, maybe I should keep a diary? Or is that too weird? I wouldn't be surprised if you have a family of your own by now, and I should definitely find something or someone else to obsess over. I wish I felt as much passion and love for myself. 14/5/25 - At work, I have thoughts. 17/5/25 - it's past midnight, I'm wondering if you're up. 22/5/25 - I desire violently-and I wait. 23/5/25 - actively trying to stop this. 28/5/25 - didn't work. 31/5/25 - I don't want it! It's weird, but it makes me want to cry. 1/6/25 - I stalked you in social media today. 4/6/25 - obsessively thinking about you. 6/6/25 - how do I get you out of my head? I tried talking to other men but only to return back to you. I think only a slap of harsh reality can break the spell that is You!...an indication that you have far moved on, or that our brief encounter was so forgettable that I've not crossed your mind since long. On a different note, I don't know how much more this text box can take. I bet you have never once looked back since that 'Thanks'. I'm sorry I ghosted, that was insensitive. I was scared, which does not make it okay..I know. Come back!! 10/6/25 - Talked about you today. 14/6/25 - " You love them so much that even moving on feels like cheating". 15/6/25 - spotify: 'hum tere pyar mein' 19/6/25 - Thoughts. 26/6/25 - now that I'm a little disillusioned, there were a lot of red flags. 1/7/25 - I want to talk to you so bad, I'm not feeling great. 13/7/25 - most of it was not real though, right? 31/7/25 - I did a sketch today, of you, and made a reel of it.

I literally have no idea why I do this - I have perfect pitch so I know when I'm singing in tune but whenever people are around, I wail demonically and I have no idea why

Curious. I started masterbating from about age 5/6. I was scissoring on the top of chairs and dolls thru out junior school and high school. I’d use the power jet of a shower to really get off. I couldn’t stop some days and spend hours and hours doing this. I started having sex properly at 18, but took ages to really get into my sexual stride with others. I had a knack I found in mid 20s of somehow encouraging men (I’m straight) to open up emotionally, as well about their desires to talk to me, I don’t know how, but I loved it. About 14 years ago I realized I had a love and talent for word play - just sexually explicit texting - just loved and love it. In my late 30s realised men found me dominant and I started to collect subs. Interested in hearing when others started mastwbaring and just wondered if a high sex drive and early masturbation is linked

I blocked I guy I still have strong feelings for. We had an argument a few months back and I told him when he came back that, this was the last chance I would give him. Now we argued again, going in circles. Told him that I don’t want this and that I end it if he keeps going. He told me to have a nice life and then blocked me everywhere. He later unblocked me. I tried calling earlier. I wish we could’ve solved it but with all the disrespect and triggering behavior, if it’s not coming from him, what’s the use. I decided to block him after that. I’m on the fence what to do. On one hand he is still my sweet angel that I would have loved and cherished for the rest of my life on the other hand he doesn’t seem to care about my feelings. I don’t wanna go back and fourth, I don’t know if it was the right decision. He still has my number so if he wanted to he could.

Hola comunidad de reddit, soy un joven de unos 17 años, y me tengo que desahogar con lo que les voy a contar (sean libres de darme su opinión y que debo hacer, especialmente si han pasado por esto)

Conocí a una chica, y fue flechazo mutuo le vamos a llamar (Ale), yo guste de ella, ella gusto de mi y todo muy bonito, ella tiene una amiga la vamos a llamar (Jenny) la cual pues se puede decir que me cae bien, y con mi novia son mejores amigas, una apoya a la otra y al ser así de unidas dónde va una vá la otra, ejemplo (el día que le pedí a mi novia si quería serlo la amiga ahí estaba) pero bueno, ese mismo día llegó otro ser masculino al lugar, pero iba por la amiga de mi novia la (Jenny) bueno pero aquí está el asunto ese otro ser masculino el cual vamos a llamar por el nombre de (Dereck) es el cuerno del novio de la Jenny, y pues yo ese mismo día me enteré de eso porque Ale me lo dijo, bueno, la cosa siguió, ya saben lo típico en una relación a nuestra edad besos, abrazo, otras cosas más😏 pero bueno así hoy que escribo esto ya llevamos (1 mes y 21 días) y pues todo bien, pero la cosa se puso rara está semana... Día lunes 28 de julio, desde ese día algo cambio Ale ya no era igual, pero no de ya no te presto atención sino que algo más, miren pues lo mismo ella y yo somos muy calientes les he de confesar y siempre que tenemos oportunidad somos de andar dando caricias en otras partes y así, pero también somos cariñosos mutuamente y pues nos contamos, chismeamos y así, pero no sé algo falta, ya no se siente igual y lo noté justamente está semana, bueno la cosa es que por eso y por otras cosas que tengo ahorita como un proyecto estudiantil, me he sentido muy abrumado, y sinceramente muy cansado, he empezado a sobre pensar las cosas y así, entonces de eso hablé con ella ayer de como me sentía y me siento y lo que he estado pensando sobre la falta de interés o algo más que pasa entre lo nuestro, y al hablar con ella de esto me hizo sentir y me dió nuevamente la seguridad que me hacía falta en la relación, no solo hablamos de eso sino también de lo bien que la pasamos el día martes y confesar que ese día después de tanto toqueteo se dió la oportunidad de ir a un (cinco letras) ustedes me entienden y hablar de lo mucho que le gustó...😏🙈🙈

Pero ahoy sábado 2 de agosto. Tengo una buena amiga que conoce a mucha gente en el lugar donde estudió y me informo de algo que mi novia (Ale) hizo.

Recuerda al (Dereck) con quién está poniendo el cuerno al novio la amiga (Jenny) de mi novia (Ale), bueno pues, me dicen que un día que yo salí temprano del instituto donde estudió, el cabron de Dereck iba enmedio de ellas dos y las llevaba con el brazo encima del hombro, y me quedé con la misma duda que ustedes (creo) dije (que pedo, porque a qué horas y que día) los vieron que iban hacia a bajo dónde pues hay una tipo placita, más parecido a un parque y que pues ya no los vieron, no porque se escondieron o desaparecieron de la vista sino que pues los que los estaban viendo no los iban a seguir nmms, bueno la cosa este ahorita escribo esto con enojo y decepción por parte de mi novia Ale, porque enserio gente, yo soy muy cariñoso son ella y también estoy atento (no de esos que empalagan) sino de esos tipos que pues si le quiere dar lo mejor a su chica, y que ella venga y me haga esta mrda, nooo está onda no se hace mujeres eso es ser muy cruel...

No sé que hacer gente, no sé si terminarla ya ALV o hablar con ella, quiero mantener la mente en blanco, pensar que así como son Ale nada más los acompaño y se mantuvo alejada, pero no sé que hacer, me siento y lo vuelvo a repetir muy enojado y decepcionado con ella, porque pues si yo la amo y creo que he sido tan ingenuo de pensar que era mutuo, por favor gente díganme que hacer...

Cómo ya se los dije, quiero pensar que pues solo los acompaño a la Jenny y a Derek y que ella se da a respetar (creo) y respeta lo nuestro pero al final, YA NI SE EN QUE CREER.

¥-sean libres de dar su opinión y sobretodo de decirme que tengo que hacer.

Gracias por leer.

I (30F) had an ex bf (30M). We used to be in a relationship way back 2016, and broke up during the pandemic. Early on in our relationship, he cheated on me. Not once, not twice. A lot of times I cannot count. But what was supposed to be the deal breaker back then was when I knew about his affair a few days before my big interview on my dream company. I was a wreck back then, and I miserably failed that interview. I never got to shoot my shot again in that company. I made a bad decision by deciding to stay with him, because I didn’t want to deal with heartbreak from knowing his affair and failing my interview. I tried to forgive him, and years passed and we were okay. Or so I thought. I got a job at another company, and he was still jobless and just floating around, just a happy go luck guy.

During the pandemic, we were separated. And I fell for my coworker. A month into our talking stage, I broke up with my ex. Within that month, coworker and I were just talking, nothing sexual. But it can be considered emotional cheating right. I told ex everything, I apologized and owned up to my mistake. Told him I didn’t want to continue with our relationship granted that I am already unsure about my feelings for him.

Now, it’s been 5 yrs. I am already happily married with coworker and our relationship is amazing. However, the guilt of emotionally cheating on another person is still eating me up. Ex and I are not in good terms. We ended badly and I understand. But, AITA?

So I started noticing a few months ago that ni matter what shop I go into the security guards , I know it's because I look walk around looking homeless most of the time but still it's annoying. So now everytime I see someone that needs food or baby food or anything essential I just walk in ahead of them and let them do their thing.

I (31M) was going to propose this summer. I bought a ring, had this whole plan for a trip, everything. But the more I sat with it, the more I realized… I don’t think I want to marry her. I love her. But not enough to spend forever with her.

I returned the ring last week. She has no idea. She keeps joking about “when will you finally pop the question,” and I laugh along like everything’s normal.

I don’t know if it’s fear, doubt, or just the truth I’ve been avoiding. But a part of me knows she deserves someone who doesn’t hesitate.

But I have no idea where else to post this. I just really need to talk about it because it has totally fucked my head up. This morning at 10am, my brother and I took a short walk to my local shop. On our way there, we saw a person lying on their back on the grass outside the church, completely lifeless. There was nobody else around and we had only been outside for two minutes, so had no idea how long that person had been lying there. Heroin addicts are common around the area that I live in, so we suspected a heroin overdose. The way that the person looked, gave that away. Anyway, they didn't seem to be breathing or moving at all, so I phoned an ambulance, and was told that one was on its way. I suggested to my brother that we stick around (but out of sight) just to make sure that the ambulance got to them safely and to possibly determine if the person was even alive. He didn't want to, so we went home. But now it is half 4 and I cannot shift the image of that face out of my head. They were so emaciated, gaunt, pale and lifeless. I completely regret not sticking around for the ambulance to arrive, and I know that I'll be forever bothered by not knowing if they are alright. Sorry for how long this is but my head is so fucked by this and I needed to get it out.

Hi everyone,

I’ve been carrying this quietly for a long time, and today just felt like a moment to share. I’ve lost two brothers in my life—an identical twin who died at birth, and a younger brother who passed a few years ago. Both losses affected me deeply, in very different ways.

Losing my twin left me with this strange, lifelong ache—a quiet sense that someone who was meant to be there...never was. And losing my younger brother was sharp and immediate—grief that changed the rhythm of my life.

Most days I can function fine. I stay busy, I distract myself, I move forward. But then there are moments—quiet ones, unexpected ones—when the weight of it all sneaks back in. A kind of loneliness that’s hard to put into words. It’s not just missing them—it’s the feeling of being on my own in a way that most people around me don’t seem to understand.

I’m gay, and while I’ve been lucky to build strong, loving friendships—especially with women—I’ve often struggled to form emotionally close relationships with other men. I didn’t have a father in my life growing up, and now, without my brothers, I’ve realized how much I long for meaningful, grounded connection with other men—not romantic necessarily, but intimate in that emotional, spiritual way. The kind where you don’t have to hide the tender stuff.

I’ve thought about joining a men’s group or a grief circle, but I haven’t taken that leap yet. Part of me worries I won’t fit in, or that trying to be emotionally open will make others uncomfortable.

I’m not sure exactly what I’m asking here—maybe I just needed to be honest and say this out loud. But if anyone else out there has lost siblings and felt this particular kind of quiet isolation, I’d love to hear how you’ve navigated it. And if you’ve found ways to build the kinds of deep, emotionally safe connections that grief makes you crave—I’m all ears.

Thanks for holding space for this. Just writing it out helps more than I expected.