I know how terrible this makes me look, and believe me, I already despise myself enough for everyone in the comments. Three days ago I was looking for our spare duffel bag in the top shelf of our bedroom closet and found a little velvet box tucked inside an old running shoe. He didn't just buy a ring—it’s custom, exactly my style, and there was a printed itinerary for a surprise weekend trip to Maine next month. The normal reaction would be happy tears or butterflies, right? Instead, the air literally left my lungs. My hands went numb and I just felt this crushing, suffocating panic.

We’ve been together for five years. He is kind, reliable, treats me like gold, and loves me completely. But standing there holding that box, I finally admitted to myself what I’ve been burying for two years: I love him like family, but I am not in love with him. Im not excited about our future, I’ve just been comfortable and too cowardly to blow up our entire lives.

Teh guilt is making me physically sick. He’s walking around the apartment humming, planning our lives together, while I sit on the couch wanting to throw up. I know what I have to do before that trip, but breaking the heart of someone who did nothing wrong feels impossible.

My friend and I always used to joke that if one of us died, the other had to clear everything off their phone before giving it back to their family.
Unfortunately, one night, we were both drunk driving in his car when we got into a major accident. We were both taken to the hospital, but he died on the way. Somehow, I walked away with only minor injuries.
I had his phone because I was using it to search for music to play through the car’s Bluetooth when we crashed. A few hours later at the hospital, I remembered our agreement. While his family was devastated by his sudden death, I cleared his Google history, transferred $1,500 from his PayPal to mine, deleted the app, and returned his phone to his family.
We always promised to protect each other’s secrets, but I still wonder whether I was honoring our friendship or taking advantage of his death.

My bio father is a deadbeat who walked out on me and my mom when I was only a baby. His family and I didn't talk all that much either when I was growing up. Once a year his parents would call and once every few years I would get a random call from one or two of his siblings. When I was 12 they informed me he had married someone and started another family. Three years later they asked me to reach out and have a relationship with the kids and maybe their mom and I said no. A year after I found out he got married, his wife found out about me. She got my mom's info from bio father's parents and she tried to bring me into the fold but mom told her I wasn't interested. She got in touch with me a few times after that begging for a relationship but I refused to entertain it.

She even told her kids about me and they wanted to see me so bad that I could hear them trying to talk to me when bio father's parents called a few years later. I had to hang up and I stopped accepting calls from my bio father's family. I got a couple of texts telling me how upset the kids and wife were to be rejected.

I can't say I ever cared. I feel no sense of responsibility for my bio father's wife or kids and I don't feel like having a relationship with them. They could reach out when they're grown and my answer will stay the same.

i want people to be happy because it means that happiness is possible but having her be like the pinnacle of being a woman on this earth is just so fucking hard. i dont know how to deal with it. i dont even follow her and i cant go an hour online without seeing her and everyone talking about how perfect she is. kylie is my age and like, i dont have any work done and its just so hard to feel like all of us women are being measured up to something that is completely unrealistic and unattainable for the rest of us. it just feels like she lives this completely perfect frictionless life and its fucking with me so much. im just so tired of people idolizing people theyve never met. like how much attention and admiration could she possibly need??? it feels like shes the most popular girl in school and no one will ever be as good as her. i dont fucking know. I KNOW this is embarrassing to admit. im just so tired of never feeling good enough as a woman

When I was a little boy, my aunt came to visit us with her husband during their summer vacation. My mom was busy, so she told my aunt to take me along to the beach. However, they went to a nudist beach, as they always did, even though I was with them. Back then, people didn't seem to have a problem swimming and sunbathing naked around children.

Ever since I saw her naked at that beach, that particular type of woman has remained my ultimate sexual fantasy.

I'm talking about a big, curvy ass with a little cellulite, just a slight belly, and large breasts that sag a little, with big, darker areolas. Stretch marks are a huge turn-on for me, as is a hairy pussy. Not a neatly trimmed bush, but a completely natural, unshaven intimate area.

I know it’s a weird confession, but allow me to explain. I grew up in a foreign country and was raised in a semi-religious household, even though, I wasn't that religious myself. My parents would sometimes skip prayers, but they would strictly observe most of the religious rulings. Being their only child, I was held to high standards. As a result, I only ate halal up until I graduated, never touched alcohol, never dated, never went to parties, and so on. I feel like I was robbed of experiences others went through while they were at uni.

After graduation, I finally got myself a decent job. One day, I decided I wanted to go clubbing like everyone else, and I wanted to date around like other people. So, I pretended to be Indian (sometimes). It wasn’t that much of an upgrade, I’m telling you! :D (just kidding), but it did serve my purpose. I felt so free, I felt like I finally had a mind of my own. No one was telling me what to eat or what to drink, and no one judged me for the things I did or decided for MY LIFE. I was an individual with his own personality. The point is, I no longer felt judged or policed by the people around me, or looked down upon just for being MYSELF.

So yeah, here is my little confession. Sorry Indians, love you all. I hope you are okay with your younger sibling using your name. We good?

So essentially just like the titles says I wish I were “sexy”. I 18F I have a cute face but always have struggled with accepting the size of my chest but since coming to college it’s got so much worse…. I envy the woman who get to wear sexy little tops or tight dresses. I’m not overweight or anything (not that that’s bad) I just need to make it clear that the issue comes from me being literally shapless I have gone to the gym bout 3-5 days out of the week for two years now I’m about 5ft and a healthy 105-110. So don’t preach to me abt health habits please I just need a place to vent and see similar story’s.
But anyway I can’t help but feel embarrassed about the way I feel towards my new roommate she’s got such a nice natural shape without working for it at all. We go out some nights and I just feel so jealous she gets to wear all these cute lingerie and sexy tops KNOWING she wants and is going to get laid that night she approaches tones of men and never gets turned down. I just wish I had the same reassurance in my own skin to feel like I have a higher chance of scoring then not when coming up to men because god knows I never get approached.

I’ve had boy friends in the past but any time I’ve got cute underwear or top to wear for them I always end up backing out because I feel like such a fraud of a woman. Why would I wear those things knowing I don’t have any of the good stuff to put in it… I don’t have the boobs to put in a sexy bra and my punan looks like a bashed crab 😔 I’ve never verbalized these feelings to anyone and come off as very confident. But while I was in relationships I just felt so gulty for having them miss out on the experience of curves like i too wish I had somthing to give you…

I just wish that i could approach men with a sexy outfit on with some good expectations out of it or wish i could wear some lingerie with the expectation that someone is not only excited to see it on me but have excitement towards taking it off. I would kill for the ability to just decide I feel like talking to someone or getting laid and know I can make it happen. And just seeing my roomie get that really fills me with envy for her. she’s exactly who I wish I were and I don’t know how to knock it off. If anyone has any advice for letting go of jealousy pls spill.😫😫😫

Just to be clear I don’t hold this against my roommate I love her and plan to room with her again next year , and treat her like any other friend but seeing her live my dream has taken quite the blow to how I see myself. (Sorry for any typos)

Before anyone from IT comes for my neck, I already know I’m a massive fraud.

Eight months ago I started this mid-level data coordinator job. Every Friday, our department has to compile this monster weekly client report that used to take the previous team like six hours of manual data entry. During my second week, while digging through our chaotic shared drive, I stumbled upon a hidden folder with a template built by the senior analyst they laid off last year.

The file literally has all the VBA macros and formulas pre-programmed into two clickable buttons. You paste the raw dump, click twice, and the whole 40-page report formats itself in about twelve seconds. I didnt tell a soul.

Now, every Friday morning I pretend to be intensely focused with my headphones on, click teh buttons, and spend the next five hours browsing Reddit while looking stressed. Last week my director praised me in front of the whole department for "revolutionizing our workflow" and gave me a $200 bonus card.

I'm sweating bullets every day because two coworkers asked if I could host a workshop to teach them how I built it. I have zero clue how VBA works. If anyone opens that code, I am finished.

I never really told anyone why i'm so protective of my phone number. most people probably think i'm just paranoid about privacy, and honestly, sometimes i wonder if they're right. There is a reason behind it that i don't really talk about.

The phone number i have today is the same one my mother gave me when she was still alive. she passed away about 15 years ago, and i kept it ever since. i know it's just a bunch of digits to everyone else but to me it's something that connects me to her. It's the number she knew, the one she used to call me on, and one of those little things that has stayed the same even though so much of my life has changed since she died.

A while back i joined a few sports clubs and car forums. gave them my real number because i didn't think much of it. Then the spam calls started, at first it was just a couple here and there, but eventually i was getting calls and texts from companies i never heard of. I cloaked my information online and found it listed on several data broker sites, i can't prove those forums were responsible, but it made me realize how little control i had over where my number ended up and for some reason, that genuinely scared me.

Notbecause spam calls are the worst thing in the world, but because i'm terrified that one day they'll get so bad i'll have no choice but to change my number. I know that probably sounds ridiculous. changing a phone number doesn't erase memories of someone.

Grief makes you hold onto weird things some people keep an old sweater or a piece of jewelry. i have those kinds of memories too, but this number is something i've carried around with me every single day for 15 years. so i started using separate cloaked numbers for websites and people i meet. at first it was just random signups, but eventually i started doing it with friends and people i genuinely like and that's the part i feel guilty about.

these people haven't done anything wrong. they don't deserve to be treated like they can't be trusted. but every time someone asks for my number, there's this hesitation i can't really explain without telling them something deeply personal, i don't want to tell everyone about my mother. i don't want to turn a simple exchange of phone numbers into a conversation about losing her.

So i give them another number, smile, and move on sometimes i wonder if she'd think i was being silly about all of this.

maybe she would, it's been 15 years, and there are already so many things about her that i can't get back.

I guess i'm just scared of losing one more thing connected to her, even if it's something as ordinary as a phone number.

and i feel awful that i've started keeping people at a distance because of it. I don't really know what i'm expecting anyone to say. i just needed to tell someone why something so small means so much to me.

Fat women are lovely and amazing but that low self esteem cover yourself up wear the worst thing imaginable just cuz it's baggy really just puts me off.

Idk seeing a girl who hates how she looks is just so depressing and off-putting. How can I love you if you don't love yourself type of thing.

I am well aware why they are like that,but a fat girl in a crop top with her belly out is just too hot compared to someone who is just soooo covered up with super baggy things

I (F26) went on a cruise with a group of friends 2 years ago. At one point, two of my friends and I got into an elevator to meet up with the rest of our group on another floor.
If you’ve ever been on a cruise, you know one of the best things about them is the buffet. Well, by the time I got on that elevator, I had already hit the buffet several times, and let’s just say my stomach was NOT happy with me.
So there I was, standing in a crowded elevator with my stomach doing backflips, when for some reason, I decided that THIS was the perfect moment to let out a fart.
Normally, I’m considerate enough to avoid doing something like that in a crowded space because I prefer not to subject innocent people to my bodily functions. But for some reason, that day, I chose violence.
And let me tell you, that was the most diabolical fart of my entire life.
The smell hit almost immediately. My friends looked absolutely disgusted, and I could see multiple people in the elevator making faces like they were experiencing actual physical pain. It was BAD. I even made a disgusted face myself to blend in with the crowd because, at that point, I was committed to the bit.
When we finally got off the elevator, my friends spent the rest of the cruise talking about that horrific fart. They kept bringing up how disgusting it was and speculating about who could have possibly committed such a crime.
Meanwhile, I was sitting there laughing internally, knowing full well that I was the culprit. Not a single person suspected me.
It has now been TWO YEARS, and my friends STILL bring up that elevator fart whenever they get the chance.
Part of me wants to come clean and finally admit that I was the one responsible for what may have been the most traumatic elevator ride of those strangers’ lives. But honestly? Another part of me wants to see just how long I can keep this secret going.
At this point, I’m genuinely curious how many more years I can get away with it.

It has always been a fantasy of mine (24F) to show off my body to others, but lately I have been having a growing desire to post lewd photos of myself online. The idea of it affecting my family or career makes me nervous, but it is also so exciting. The idea of strangers on the internet lusting after me is so hot. I want to be seen as a slut and praised for it. I can’t get the thought of it out of my head, but I don’t know if I could go through with it either. I just know what I’m constantly craving.

Just needed to put this somewhere because I feel extremely guilty. For context, I’m 26 and was diagnosed with Stage 4 Hodgkin’s lymphoma in July, which is a type of blood cancer. I’m into cars and always have been, so after starting chemotherapy, I thought I’d pull the trigger on a car I’ve always wanted to treat myself, which is a 430bhp BMW. If you don’t know cars, it’s a quite a substantial amount of power, doing 0-60 in about 3.6 seconds. I’ve always been a good driver, and this was the fastest car I’ve owned yet.

Yesterday was my last chemo day and finally in remission. I enjoyed the day with my family and had a great time, and then as the evening came I thought I’d go for a drive to have some time with myself and be happy that I’m through the worst of it. So I got in my car and left London towards some country roads. I’m familiar with them as I used to work nearby. As you can imagine, it’s October in the UK so roads are wet, and it’s dark so visibility isn’t the greatest. These are things that seem so painfully obvious but at the time I couldn’t see it.

I’m doing some spirited driving, not doing too much but at a balance as the roads are fairly quiet. Then just before I head home I find a long stretch of empty road and thought I could put my foot down a bit more, so I did. I didn’t realise how close the slight bend was as I was coming up to it. I completely misjudged the braking time and the distance of the bend. I started applying brakes but i lost traction and the car wouldn’t slow down and began skidding, as I’m approaching the bend at what must’ve been somewhere around 40-50mph. I somehow did get round the bend (almost drifting as the car’s DCS and ABS kicked in), ended up on the other side of the road temporarily as there was a vehicle oncoming, and just narrowly missed them by a few inches as I straightened up and regained control.

I feel so terribly guilty and horrible, as if I had hit that other car, I really would’ve hurt them and myself. This was an extremely eye opening and humbling experience. I’ve been driving for 8/9 years and have never lost control of a vehicle this way, but it’s also the fastest car I’ve owned. I’ve learnt my lesson, and I can’t stop seeing the image of that person’s headlights right in front of my car in my head. It keeps replaying. I keep thinking about how scared that other person must have been, how they might have a family and people who care for them. I feel so terribly guilty I’m losing sleep. It was so ridiculously stupid and the worst decision I’ve ever made.

I've never told anyone that I did this, not even my own parents

Back in 2018, around Christmas time my neighbors house was broken into and robbed, including the presents that were under their tree, the family had to spend what money was left in order to change their locks and fix their door

At the time I was 14, and I was about 2 months in to my part time job at the time, I was saving money for when I would move out so I wouldn't be screwed financially

My family has known these neighbors for as long as I could remember, they had 2 kids, one, their son was in college, around 19 at the time and the other, their daughter was around 10 at the time, at the time I felt bad for the family because the kid wasn't going to be getting much aside from a few gifts her grandparents had at their house

She was a good kid, and didn't deserve to have her Christmas ruined, I remembered overhearing her mother telling my mom that she was always talking about wanting a Nintendo Switch

So one night with the paycheck I got that night, I went to the local Walmart and bought a Nintendo Switch and a copy of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, i then put it in a cardboard box and left it on my neighbors back porch

I've never told anyone it was me, about a week later my father asked why there was $400 missing from my bank account, I lied and told him that I "borrowed a friend $400"

He forgot about that $400 by the next week and we never spoke of it again

To this day neither my parents, or that family knows it was me who did it

this is a relatively short post, i just want to get it off my chest. i legit love a pair of big balls. like if i’m watching porn i’m paying more attention to the balls than anything else. i love the smell, the feel, legit just everything. i imagine if u did actually have a fat pair of balls it can be a little tedious, but i like if i was dating a man with some, it’d be worth it. all in all, i love fat heavy balls. thank you.

Yesterday me (24F) and my friends were hanging out and I said I read and post on reddit. My friends were almost shocked and questioned lot. I was surprised. They said reddit is not good for us to post and participate. I couldn't understand anything. I have been here for some time and I have had good experience.
What my friends said made it look like too bad or dirty. I have not come across anything like that. Still not sure what my friends were blabbering about.
Anyway I am just glad that I have good time here and grateful to all people who I have interacted with.

The reason I'm so aware of Granny's first husband is that he is the father of my favorite aunt and late uncle. This happened in a small town in Ohio, but his family was very influential in this town because they owned the newspaper.

I hate having to live with this dark family secret. He was likely drunk and hit a teenager on the side of the road while helping a friend with his car. It was at night. The boy was pinned between the two cars. Horrible, horrible, horrible.

To avoid any kind of repercussions, he and his young family just up and moved to Miami, FL. So the victim's family was left to grieve their child, with no sense of justice. Something they just had to accept somehow... What makes it worse is that the victim was a black teenager who came from a poor family. This was in the 50s. I found out from research that the victim had a lot of siblings, close in age, who probably never stopped grieving. This kills me.

Ironically, karma came knocking, and first husband ended up dying in a horrific car crash himself not too long after, in his sports car. Speeding and probably drinking again. He was a big partier and would often leave my granny alone with their young children. The papers back then reported some pretty gruesome details about the crash. Even though it happened in Miami, I hope the victim's family somehow found out about it.

I still think about the victim often. I hate that his life was stolen from him. That's all.

I don’t get any play in real life to satisfy me in any sort of physical or emotional capacity so I’ve resorted to just adding random women I don’t know and taking “control” of them for a couple hours and then paying them. Not the most horrible confession but the control part specifically is really becoming deeply rooted in my psyche as something I enjoy and I’m only ever really able to enjoy myself if that’s present.

I’m worried about this philosophy eroding into my real life on the 0.0000001% chance I were to actually find an irl partner

I(48m)just talked to my ex-gf(44), and told her that I regularly masturbate on her pics that I still have in my phone,and it feels so good to let her know

Think is a strong word.

I am.

I can’t help it. Anytime that I am free or alone. I can’t shower without doing it. In the morning before work. When I get home. It’s constantly what I want to do.

Am I alone in this?

Okay guys, I honestly never thought I’d be making a post like this, but here we are.
Last night, my girlfriend, my roommate, and I had a threesome. And I’m not exaggerating when I say it was the best experience any of us has ever had. All three of us agreed on that afterward.
Now I’m sitting here wondering what the hell happens next.
A little background first.
I’m 29M, 5’11”, slim build. My girlfriend is 22F, around 5’4”, brunette, curvy, with a very feminine figure. My roommate is 30M, about 6’5”, athletic, and a former water polo player.
My girlfriend and I have been together for two years, and we usually hang out at my place. I’ve lived with my roommate for about five years, so we’ve known each other pretty damn well for a long time. We’ve both had other women over throughout the years, so having a girlfriend around the apartment was never anything unusual.
My roommate was also in a relationship for about a year, but he broke up with his girlfriend a month ago.
Here’s the interesting part: for quite a while, there had been this weird tension in the air between the three of us. Nothing obvious ever happened, and nobody openly acknowledged it, but sometimes you could just feel that something was there. A look that lasted a second too long, a certain vibe when we were all hanging out together… little things like that.
I always brushed it off as me overthinking.
Until last night.
We were all at my place, just hanging out, and my girlfriend asked my roommate to give her a foot massage. Completely casually, at least at first.
I didn’t think much of it. We were all comfortable around each other, after all.
But then the atmosphere changed.
One thing led to another, the tension we’d apparently all been feeling for months finally came out into the open, and things escalated much faster than I ever could have predicted.
I’m not going to write a graphic play-by-play, but let’s just say that all three of us were completely into it. There was no awkwardness, no one feeling left out, and no weird competition. It felt surprisingly natural, almost as if we’d somehow skipped the part where things were supposed to be complicated.
And the chemistry? Absolutely insane.
By the end of the night, we were all talking about how incredible the experience had been. It wasn’t just that we enjoyed ourselves. It was the fact that all three of us felt the same way about it.
None of us had ever experienced anything quite like it before.
Now comes the part I can’t stop thinking about.
What happens from here?
My girlfriend and I are still together. My roommate is still my roommate. We all live under the same roof, and now there’s this completely new dynamic between us that didn’t exist before last night.
Part of me wants to believe we can just be mature about it, talk openly, and figure things out. Another part of me realizes that we may have just changed our living situation and our relationships forever.
And honestly? I have no idea whether this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience or the beginning of something none of us expected.
So, Reddit, I need some perspective.
Has anyone ever had a threesome with their partner and a close friend or roommate, and actually managed to keep everything healthy afterward?
Would you talk about boundaries immediately, let things settle for a few days, or just see where things naturally go?
Because right now, I’m still trying to process the fact that something that had been quietly building for months finally happened… and all three of us apparently loved it.
What would you do in my situation? And be honest: are we crazy for even considering that this could happen again?

Sooo back on this vent account for a different thing I have never shared : I exposed a cheater to his girlfriend, resulting in their breakup.

A few years back, I was on a dating app and I came across a profile of a guy who seemed totally my type. We end up matching and he asked me out for drinks near his. Went great.

He invited me to his place after. I was hoping to cuddle and maybe cozy up to him as I was having a lot of fun. Whilst at his house however, I noticed something strange. A pink contact lens case in his bathroom.

However, I mentioned jokingly right before about how I hate wearing lenses ( it was getting late and my eyes were feeling dry!) and he mentions hes never worn them but it must be rough.

At that point, I felt something shift in me. You have a pink contact lens case in your bathroom but you've.. never worn contacts? The fuck are these here? I didn't say anything but I felt a bit suspicious ( its his own place!)

Anyway, as it got late I had to be up early the next day so I was on my way, he offered to grab my shoes and as the shoe rack dropped, I saw a pair of shoes that did not look his size at ALL! Some white Af1s.

From there I will keep it short : I stalked his instagram a bit and found a tag which led me to \*drumroll please\*

His girlfriend.

Not just that - HIS GIRLFRIEND OF TWO YEARS . He said he'd been single a long time and yet here he was on her highlights 6 weeks ago. Literally what the fuck. Anyway, after I knew it, I blocked him. I made a fake account and dmd her everything which screenshots of his profile. She began instagram calling me and spamming but I didnt open the messages as I felt too scared to answer. I saw all their travel pics in Dubai and anniversaries and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Some time after, I checked on her page and saw he was gone from her highlights. I felt good. I mean, it must have hurt yes, but she clearly deserved better than that. Like your boyfriend is lying that he is single on dating apps, what the fuck?!

I don't believe he ever knew it was me as I purposely texted her in a different way. But whatever, it isnt my issue. I'm just glad I caught on. I would have felt awful sleeping with someone elses boyfriend.

I found it all out. Me and him were making a depop account to sell clothes, and he made the account with his gmail. I don’t know if it’s his main gmail or what but I had access to hit since I had to log into our depop account and one day I was looking for a verification code, and I saw he had a confirmation number for a gay/lgbt talk/meet website. I thought maybe it was a joke or something and then I saw more past the emails from depop and other things. It went back to 2021. He had so many emails and signing up/confirmations for gay/lgbt websites and meets. He also had notifications from Reddit and I accidentally click it and it opened up a post from his account on Reddit. It was NSFW but he was basically posting his stuff on a Reddit account and it was a recent as the day before. There was a lot of posts and comments about dudes wanting to meet him and him wanting it, send videos and to meet others. I don’t want to go into detail but he basically had photos of all his stuff all over the account. This shocked me literally cause he acts masculine and straight and been with a lotta girls but nothings ever worked out. He even talked about how a gay guy commented “mlm?” On his TikTok post and he seemed offended in a way and also spoke before on a friend of ours who isn’t gay but he refers to as werid and it kinda zesty and didn’t like him. I met him around 2023-2024 and we been cool since but now I’ve found all this I genuinely don’t know what to think. But I found out that in his Reddit account he has a Snapchat listed on there, and earlier this year I think the same Snapchat account tried to message me for a long time trying to see my shit and send photos too, I just blocked it but I know It was definitely him. He also messaged other people/mutuals I knew to send stuff too and now I’ve connected everything together and pieced it all but I regret it now cause everytime I see him i just think how he lives this double life plus his parents are traditional asian parents. curiosity really does kill the cat, i need help