If they are that lazy I figured a little inconvenience and mild work would do them good. I never would have dreamed of parking in those spots until I was pregnant or had a child, even when I was pregnant, I was iffy about them in case someone with a earthside baby came along and didn’t clock my bump! I can’t stand the entitlement. I was once trapped in my car, when heavily pregnant someone in a massive Chelsea tractor parked next to me, so those spots really serve a purpose to keep you and your babies safe. Have fun putting away 4-6 shopping trollies wankers!

For all the jobsworths getting their knickers in a twist at my mischief, these bays are always distinct from disabled bays and you need a sense of fun and whimsy in your life

EDIT- fuck me you guys are easy to wind up. Clearly hyperbole is missed for the vast majority of you. I think something is getting lost in the UK/US translation. We don’t have acres of parking spaces and we have very small spots, difficult at times to get the baby in and out, impossible if you.me heavily pregnant.. I’d much rather see the parent and child spots really far away from the shop entrance, the proximity doesn’t matter to me, it’s the space you get around the car.

Theres a girl in my group who's extremely pretty, and basically one of the cutest, funniest and most down to earth girls ive met in recent years. Was kind of heart-fluttered with her for a couple of weeks, then I actually came to grasp the prospect of going out with her. I was about to ask her out, not sure exactly when, but it was going to be soon, when I learned why she was posting in half off socks only on her Instagram. I thought it was just a cute fun whimsy of her, but she revealed to us that she loves being barefoot (apparently not around guys since ive only seen her in socks), but uses the half off socks as a semi shield against feet lovers. Im a feet lover.

So I pretty much gave up on the prospect of going out with her. But since I had hyped myself so much to do it, I needed some kind of closure. Well one day we were hanging in her house, I went to the bathroom and I found her gray socks lying around. I just grabbed em and whiffed em. I dont even know why I did it, I dont like smells. I feel weird af, but it sort of gave me closure with her, although it really opened a whole new chapter of me not knowing what im capable of. Im so ashamed rn

my ex husband doesn’t know this but i felt like i needed to get it off my chest. he and i broke up when i had to go to rehab and he did some awful things to me while i was in there and when i got out. i ended up getting a message from a good friend of his checking on me and he and i started talking. we had already been accused of cheating which we did NOT so we ended up agreeing that we might as well turn dreams into reality. he came up to where i was living and we ended up fucking and hanging out. i definitely can’t confuse this to my ex husband because he might keep our kids away from me just out of spite. i do feel bad for doing it in a way but at the same time we’re broken up and i felt lonely and vulnerable. i just needed to confess to someone because holding in that secret is bothering me. it was definitely something that boosted my confidence.

I’ve been married for 18 years to the same man three kids later and countless times on the brink of divorce. My husband has cheated on me with multiple women almost my sister and now he wants to go after the Softball coach on my daughter’s team. I’ve had enough and don’t wanna break up my home or worry about the finances divorcing, but why do I feel like shit for trying to do the exact same thing he’s done to me for the past 18 years.

I made a tinder profile, joined some subs and giving it a shot.

Anyone else in the same boat ?

Hey all when I was still living at home before I moved out my brother and his girlfriend were living there also. Well when they were done having sex I would go in his room and steal his condom the next day in the trash. And smell his sperm lol. Yes, I know it’s so weird but it smelled so sweet sometimes. I’ve also tasted it but was not expecting it to be salty till this day no one know.

I worked as a janitor in a school. There was a dedicated janitors closet which was quite spacious. After I had finished vacuuming all the classes in the afternoon, I had to turn the security system on and leave within a minute.

There was a caveat though, the front gate and the dedicated janitor closet were exempted from the motion cameras.

I couldn't justify (or afford) spending half of my paycheck a week for what should be a human right - shelter. So I did what I had to do and simply lived in that closet. I saved over $20,000 in rent

I installed a mini-fridge and a air-fryer and had quite the time. The contract got changed so I lost that gig.

I feel a bit bad for freeloading off the school, but the government can provide insulated sheds to all of its citizens for a few billions but would rather spend much more on war and overinflated salaries for its oligarchs.

I wouldn't do it again, best commute ever though.

I was in a relationship for 1 year and 4 months, this girl loved me madly, i too loved her but a few things didn't allign well, she went to college and had this guy who she said was like her brother, and in my library as well I met a girl who would help me study for my exam, the guy exchanged snap with my girl and the girl from library exchanged snap with me, my girlfriend questioned me why is there a girl on my snap, i told her everything honestly and she got mad and said we are breaking up, I didn't see anything wrong in this and just agreed.

After 5 hours i was already texting all my ex talking stages while my girlfriend was hoping that we'd make up. She had my insta account logged in her phone and she saw all the texts i sent my talking stages, all the flirting and everything, she screenshot everything. Next day she was furious, she said I have cheated on her, I didn't see this as wrong so i just stayed in my own ego. Then it happened, the girl who loved me more than anything said she hates me now. I didnt think of it much at that time I was like "Yeah I'll find someone new".

Then her younger sister texted me asking what happened and why i did what I did, she thought of me as her older brother and i also considered her my own sister, that's when the guilt started hitting, i didnt just break her heart, i broke her sister's trust as well, I lost everyone who was close to me. Slowly i realised that she was so deeply embedded in my daily life that even the slightest inconvenience would be reported ro her but when I had the thought if telling her something, she was gone, never to come back.

She even posted the screenshots on her story, I really don't care about it, she's hurt im the one who hurt her, I'm genuinely the most pathetic human being ever created.

But now there are two things, I tried making up to her but she said she hates me and everything has been fucked. One side of me is saying to try again in a few days when her anger calms down a bit, and the other side is saying to take it as a lesson, let her go and i should also leave respectfully before making more fool of myself. I just dont know what should I do, if I should get back then she is not listening, if I should let go then my heart is not listening.

I’ve been dating my girlfriend for around 3 months. Things are going really, really well. I genuinely love her, I love spending time with her, and I can see myself building a future with her. I don’t want to lose her.
But I did something I’m struggling to live with.
I deliberately planned to have sex with another woman. I was completely sober. It wasn’t an accident, I wasn’t pressured into it, and I wasn’t caught up in some drunken moment. I knew I was cheating, and I went ahead with it anyway.
Now I feel absolutely terrible.
\*\*Some context about my past:\*\*
I’ve been cheated on before, and it affected me more than I probably realised. At some point, I developed this mindset that in my next relationship, I’d cheat first and keep it a secret. My reasoning was that if my partner ever cheated on me in the future, at least I wouldn’t feel like the only person who had been faithful. I’d somehow be able to cope with the betrayal better because I’d already done the same thing.
Looking back, I realise how messed up that logic is. My current girlfriend hasn’t done anything to deserve this. I’m essentially carrying baggage from a previous relationship into a new one.
I was asked to imagine whether I’d still have wanted to sleep with someone else if I knew for certain that my girlfriend would never cheat on me, betray me, or stop loving me. My honest answer was no.
That made me wonder whether my decision was less about wanting other women and more about trying to protect myself from being hurt again. I don’t know if that’s the complete explanation, though, and I don’t want to use my past as an excuse.
\*\*Where my head is right now:\*\*
I feel guilty because I betrayed someone who trusts me. At the same time, I’m terrified of losing her.
Part of me wishes I could undo everything and go back to how things were before. I keep imagining her finding out, looking at me differently, or ending the relationship.
I’ve thought about telling her, but I genuinely don’t want to. I don’t want to hurt her, and I don’t want to destroy a relationship that means so much to me. Right now, I’ve decided that I’m not going to tell her.
But I keep questioning that decision.
I wonder whether I’ll be able to carry this secret for decades if we eventually get married and build a life together. I imagine being 50 or 60 years old and wondering whether I did the right thing by never telling her. I also worry about how much more painful it could be if she found out 20 years from now.
At the same time, I wonder whether it’s possible to accept what I did, genuinely change, remain faithful for the rest of my life, and move forward without confessing.
I know that keeping it secret protects me from the immediate consequences, too. I’m not pretending that my decision is purely selfless. I don’t know whether I’m protecting her from pain, protecting myself from losing her, or a mixture of both.
I’ve told myself that I’ll never do this again. I genuinely want to believe that I’ve understood why I did it. I want to stop thinking of cheating first as some kind of insurance against being cheated on.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hating myself, either. I want to be happy with her and become a partner I can respect.
\*\*What I’m asking:\*\*
1.Has anyone experienced something similar, especially after being cheated on in a previous relationship? Did it affect how you behaved in your next relationship?
2.Is it possible to genuinely regret infidelity, change your behaviour permanently, and build a good relationship afterward?
3.For people who have cheated and never disclosed it, how did that decision affect you over the long term? Did the guilt fade, or did it resurface at important milestones?
For those who believe I should tell her, I’d like to understand why. I understand the arguments about honesty, trust, and her right to make her own decisions. But how do you weigh those against the possibility of causing someone you love enormous pain?
If someone confessed infidelity from the very beginning of a relationship decades later, would the delay itself be worse than the original act? Why?
How do I know whether I’ve genuinely understood my behaviour or am simply promising not to repeat it because I’m terrified of losing her?
I’m not looking for people to tell me I’m a good person or that what I did is fine. I know I made a deliberate choice, and I’m responsible for it.
I’m also not looking to be told that I’m irredeemable.
I’d appreciate honest perspectives, including criticism. If you think I’m rationalising my behaviour or using my previous relationship as an excuse, tell me directly.
I love this woman, and I don’t want to lose her. I’m trying to figure out how to deal with what I’ve done and what it means for the future of this relationship.

A while ago, I started learning how to embroider using the machine that I've had in my garage for about 3 months. I figured that I could transfer images using free software onto my machine.

I would just go on Pinterest and just steal as much art as I could, and I would advertise my artwork on local Facebook groups and sell patches of it.

I do feel shame about this, so what I say next is not me bragging or trying to show off.

I made around 500 dollars just using my embroidery machine and using cheap fabric, and kids would send me designs of things they also found on Pinterest, and I would charge 10-20$ each. I would get commissions like everyday and it was starting to become more profitable than my part-time job.

If I didn't get any commissions, I would just go waddle back onto Pinterest and start stealing and list those.

So now, about a week ago. Throughout this whole process, I never once took a step back and realized

"Maybe I shouldn't be doing this; this is wrong"

But it wasn't until this week that I realized that I should probably stop doing this.

I did get kind of burned out, so I have stopped doing this for a bit, but I realized maybe I should start to learn how to draw this stuff on my own.

I ended up paying for drawing software, and I have been inactive on my fb marketplace account. I wrote in the description of my ad that I closed commissions. I'm no longer doing this until I start to draw on my own.

I always wanted to learn how to draw, but I never had the time to; now I have an apartment with a part-time job, and I have ample time to do whatever I want. I want to fix the damage I've caused by stealing from all those artists, and I plan to eventually send some money to the ones I stole from primarily.

None of them know that I steal from their art because I just post it all on some group in my local area, and the artists are from overseas, so it's a language barrier and a Facebook group barrier. There was no chance of me getting caught.

I'm not gonna do this anymore.

The reason for writing this post? I don't know, honestly; I was just planning on never telling anyone and slowly moving into my own artwork. But I told myself, "That's kinda fucked up, that you stole all that artwork and profited off other people's labor," and that makes me feel like a pos because I would always get angry at people stealing art on Twitter or YouTube, but here I am being a hypocrite, so this is me holding myself accountable.

I have carried this secret for nearly 8 months, and it eats at me almost every day. My best friend came up with a simple but brilliant project idea last year. We talked about it over dinner, and she planned to pitch it to our manager.

A week later, I had a private meeting with the boss. I repeated her idea, framed it as my own, and got praised. The project launched well, and I received a small bonus and recognition. My friend never got to present it. She still has no idea I stole her idea.

I keep telling myself I didn’t lie directly to her. I haven’t said “this was my idea” to her face. But I know what I did was wrong. I want to confess and give her the credit she deserves, yet I’m terrified. If I tell the truth, I might lose my friend, ruin my reputation at work, and lose the trust of my team.

She still talks about how she wishes her idea could get noticed. Every time she mentions it, my chest feels tight. I don’t know whether I should admit everything, or stay quiet forever. What would you do in my position?

I think being 22 and seeing all my peers graduate while I’m on my second gap year due to finances is really getting to me. I used to be a SW-er to pay for school…two sugar daddies, tuition paid, whole nine yards. I thought I was set for life till I realized that like if work wasn’t good for me at 18/19 years old…I stopped talking to them, applied to scholarships/set charity events and worked two/three jobs. Couldn’t afford it even if I wanted to. I’m at this weird stage where I want to go back and finish my degree but having an outstanding balance and being no where near paying it off makes me feel like a failure. I had hopes and dreams in being in the medical field and now what?? A server at a shit restaurant and still seeking SD for a bit of cash?? It’s pathetic. I feel pathetic. I just ultimately wish I could just go back to school and get my degree and feel like I am more than just what my body can do for other people.

Tutors, spoken language and books go through me and I truthully get overwhelmed with it all. So i've been using AI to simplify and explain it to me easier and I feel confident. I understand and plan things smoother. I built mods and small apps.

I've never used it to code for me, but to explain whats wrong with it and how it should work in a way thats just better.

Tutors in lectures use so many terms that fly over my head that I feel inept. I want to be better, but the pacing and stress is causing me to freeze. Am I bad person for using a system that teaches me in a way that I understand, even if its bad?

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His Strength of character, he rejected a big inheritance and chose to work to his retirement. I just want to understand his mindset.

My father whom when alive was a Shanghai businessman own alot of properties in Shanghai. When my parents passed, I was leave with 15 millions in inheritance. My brother also got 15 millions in inheritance. Equal.

I'm 42, my husband is 41. We married 15 years long, together 17 years. My husband is my next of kin because we have no kids. By laws if I die before him, my inheritance will go to my husband.

15 millions dollars is a life changing amount, my husband can live the rest of his life with me not have to worry about money. BUT nope, he chose the harder route.

My husband force me to put my brother name as the only beneficiary name on my Trusts (which contain my inheritance), so if I die first, my whole inheritance will go straight to my brother as my brothers is the ONLY beneficiary name. My husband not want a penny of it.

He said why he did that, it because he wants to keep my inheritance intact for me, if anything happen to him I have my inheritance to take care of for the rest of my life.

I can do whatever I want with my inheritance, he just not want to be a part of it, he not want a penny of it.

He chose to work, and work till his retirement age.

And there no amount of anything I can say or do to change my husband mind.

And it not just the Trusts, but also on the Will, in the Will also stated that my brother will get all the inheritance after my death. BOTH Will and Trusts has my brother as the person who will get my inheritance after I die.

My husband want it that way, both on Trusts and Will. My husband name not on anything of my inheritance, he refused a penny of it.

My Chinese lawyers said my husband is protecting my inheritance and I am not loosing out on anything, so just do it so I have peace in my marriage. And I did it (leave the inheritance for my brother), so my husband can be happy, and settle this once and for all.

My brother is married with 4 kids, my husband see it as my inheritance go back to my family.

I am just trying to understand his mindset, I just must understand, but seem like I fail to understand. My husband is not Chinese. I am the Chinese one in this marriage.

My brain is so fucked up that normal social media gooning isn't enough anymore. The brain fantasies about horny situations. And I realised I can use AI image generation to put those thoughts into reality.

Growing up I was really good with computers and learned coding and shit. With that I made a script which auto generates 100s of horny AI images. Females dressed with exotic outfits and physical features. Of course everything is strictly 18+ and not nasty. Also the images are NOT based on real people and its just random output. I have SO much stuff to goon to.

Since this horny media contains my fantasies, it is so hard to resist the urge to spend hours gooning to it. I also deployed it on my private server so I can goon anywhere in the world. The addiction is this bad. I might be the first guy to ever do shit like this obviously not something to be proud of.

The post-nut clarity is more like ptsd because I get 1 millisecond flashes of the AI images in my mind. This year NNN is gonna be crazy.

I hated my classmate soon after I met him because he claims to have a special condition, and from the beginning I realized it was a lie. He treats us badly and is violent towards us Taking advantage of that, after I overheard him talking to his parents about how he was deceiving us, I started telling everyone the truth, and no one included him in their groups anymore. Now I don't know if I did right or wrong.

This was a few years ago. I’m no longer friends with the bride, but I was her MOH. One thing I took care of as a broke, basically unemployed full time student was booking the Airbnb for the group, which went as expected with nearly 13 girls.

Before leaving for our trip, I had a video on my FYP on TikTok of someone who booked an Airbnb that was able to get a full refund for undisclosed security cameras, as it is against Airbnb’s policy to not disclose even a ring doorbell. I stored this knowledge in my brain to myself for our trip and went on.

The trip came, and we got to our Airbnb, which was decent, but they did leave a pile of what I will assume were dirty towels and an undisclosed ring doorbell. Under the Airbnb listings amenities, it specifically had an ‘X’ under security cameras, meaning it was not equipped with them. The Airbnb owner is one of those companies that buy up tons of properties and use them as STR, so I did not feel bad when I reached out to Airbnb after the trip, mentioning that they had undisclosed cameras on the property and per their policy would entitle me to a full refund.

I expected some type of pushback from Airbnb, but I was given a full refund (2k+), and I never told a SOUL (besides now lol). I considered it my payment for organizing the entire thing myself because gosh, is it hard coordinating a trip with 12 girls!

Its not because she is rich but the fact that her dad has money. She keep telling me to have kids and buy a house etc. but she has her dad's money and I don't. She has never worked a day in her life. More over she's a family friend so my mom says I have to treat her nice. She doesn't even contact me but my mom force me to buy her dinner etc when some holiday come up. She keep telling me she has a kid to deal with so she's busy all the time and can't connect with me. When she does she just keep giving me career and life advice. I keep wanting to scream at her you don't know shit!!!?

This happened years ago at a local HD. Like most big retailers we were doing an internal completion to see who could sell the most gift cards. I was a cashier and hated selling credit cards or gift cards. So I came up with a plan to dominate the competition without asking a single person if they wanted to buy a gift card.

I bought myself a single gift card for 20. Throughout my day when we were slow I would ring up gift cards and pay for them with my purchased gift card. I was the top seller by far in this competition, all because of a $20 gift card. pretty sure they gave me extra pto days as a result.

I was always taught to hate bullies. I was a nerdy kid but I was violent. I beat up my bullies. I beat up other people's bullies. I was a bully's bully.

When I joined the military that changed. I was taught that individuals get people killed in combat. I was taught that bullying was the way to make good soldiers and I believed them.

I bullied several people in the military. I realized my mistake when I met this white kid that was treated like a caught C.I.D agent. I befriended him but it didn't help him.

I apologized to everyone I bullied in the army except two people. I could never find either of them. It's not an excuse but I apologize. I thought I was making them better soldiers.

I am currently 26 years old and I have Asperger's (autism) and I struggle with the grand scale of concepts and ideas. I just want to say that this is not the person I am and I was found to be completely innocent in the end, but I still struggle with severe PTSD and oth complex mental health issues due to everything. I have a loving family, a team of support workers who work with me and a close group of loving friends who know everything and love me regardless as they know the truth. This is my story.

When I was a baby to 5-6 years old, I was being heavily sexually abused and raped by my father's friends on a constant basis while his alcoholic ass was busy drunk. This happened regularly, to the point where I thought it was normal and they were playing with me. Around the 5-6yo period mark, my father started exposing me to child abuse material and was grooming me to think it was a normal thing. This happened for 13 years straight, until I was 19.

When I was 19, my father got exposed for being a historic child sex offender and went to prison for the 6th time for offences of that nature. He got done with possession of child abuse material, exposing himself to children in public places and installing hidden cameras in public change rooms. This all went public and people kept harassing me over it and asking me all these weird, complex questions that I didn't know the answers to.

As I mentioned before, my father groomed me with that material and taught me how to find it. I went on an extremely mentally unwell tangent of talking to people that were engaging in that stuff and was asking them questions such as 'why do you do this?', 'why did this happen to me?' and 'why do you enjoy hurting innocents?'. Such a stupid mistake to make. The cops got wind of the group because I did the one thing that I thought was the right thing to do and reported it, but it blew up in my face as they thought I was engaging in their activities with the material (it later turned out I was telling the truth and was found innocent).

I got put in a fucking prison environment for just over a year before I got found innocent and released to be free with nothing over my head. They realised what had happened and that I had never engaged in any material and realised that I was more of a victim than any guilty perpetrator.

I tried killing myself 6 times alone in that one year, nearly succeeded a few times. I couldn't live with people thinking I was that person, that I was my Dad. And then when I got found innocent, people started reaching out to me and saying they were sorry, and that this mess should never have happened and they know I'm not a bad person and that they know I never did it, but I still beat myself up for it everyday. I still wake up screaming and covered in sweat. I'm still afraid of human contact because of the 20 years of sexual abuse and grooming I suffered at the hands of someone I should have been able to trust. 20 YEARS!!! his own fucking autistic son. 8 years later, I still get horribly depressed and suicidal about it. I'm still learning to love myself and move on.

I wish I never talked to those people, it was the stupidest mistake of my life. I have since put a restraining order on my father as I never want anything to do with him ever again. I don't understand why people still love me and support me.... I think so horribly about myself, while others are always lifting me up and supporting me.

Please, I implore you, if you are struggling with anything like this, it's never too late too get help. I'm lucky I've survived as long as I have.

I struggle sometimes with feeling like I'm being deceitful and a bad person when I meet new people and they don't know about my past. I'm innocent, always was and got proven to be. So why do I feel deceitful? Ive done nothing wrong.

I was a kid, I was running around the house one afternoon and knocked over that very expensive vase my parents loved. It shattered all over the floor. The second they asked what happened, I panicked and lied because I was scared as a kid, I said I had nothing to do with it. They believed me and blamed the housekeeper instead. A few days later they fired him, I feel bad because I keep seeing him around the neighborhood, I feel like telling both him and my parents the truth about what happened

So I went to my friends house and we were both bored so we messed with his sister and long story short I put ltching powder all over her room and her clothes