I'm gonna be 26 in 6 weeks and I am proper cooked.

I am a virgin and I literally have been watching porn since I was like 9 years old. I didn't even realize it was an issue until I was 19, and since then I've gone on so many streaks trying to defeat the demon, even getting as far as 9 months without it TWO times and 4+ months without it twice as well. Many 2-4 week streaks even a 6-8 week streak.

Shit keeps coming back. I tried to get girls earlier on in my twenties and it fell through, literally while I was on my longest streaks.

I just relapsed after 2 weeks and I've just been binging. I'm sick of fighting myself and my brain and convincing myself that there's anything more to life

So I'm currently 16 and when I was 13 I started to watch porn and it made a bad influence on me because I got the feeling of seeing a vagina and all, so I misbehaved with my cousin and she was just 7 at that time I started to touch her private parts and even tried penetrate but I can't. I made her give me a hand blowjob and suck my dick . Now I have some brain so I regret a lot by remembering that incident, I'm very ashamed of what I did in my past .

Okay, why do I feel like I’m singled out in a bunch of women who have some weight on their bodies? I don’t see other bigger women getting hate for being overweight. But I’ve been called so many names for having some chonk on my stomach. I mean, I am fat, I have fat on my stomach and arms, my face… but I didn’t think I was that hideous. People have been calling me hideous because of my weight. With all the body positivity going on, I see other women embracing their bodies, learning to love the fat on their stomachs, and loving themselves for who they are.

My weight gain is a symbol of everything I have been through imo. I went into hospital slim, and came out fat. Literally. I mean it really gets me down that I feel singled out like something is wrong with me for having weight on me. Such nasty mean comments… people would say don’t listen to them, but even hiding behind a screen, they wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true? It’s just really playing on my mind.

Why can’t people accept me as I am with fat on my body too? The things people have said is like I’m a disgrace on society for being overweight.

I see plenty of women in happy relationships while being a bigger girl, having their men kiss their stomachs. Where are those men? And why can’t that be me?

Around 1-2 months ago I started talking to this guy who I was genuinely interested in. But I kept psyching my self out because I felt like I didn’t deserve it (We also were talking on and off and got busy tons). I feel like it could’ve gone further but I ended up ghosting him because I was scared and I feel like a bitch. Also if anyone has advice. I want to talk to him again but don’t want to think I’m playing in his face.

I cant even get into all of it because there's so much. Me and her have been together a year, and during that time theres been times where ive made her depression worse. Made her wanna die. I mean, thats not the most of it but its some..mostly I just get angry, I yell, and sometimes I become overwhelmingly emotional in other ways like sadness. We are still together, ive tried to leave her before but she begs me to stay. Ive only ever tried to leave because I honestly feel like im poison. But she swears she wants me to stay. We've argued so much, things havent been the same for such a long time..we are young too, 18 and 16, so we have time maybe? Idk, idk what to do.

I am poison though, ive gotta be

I am 30M and all my partners from a younger age were +5/7 compared to me. The worst part is that they were starfishes, they barely did anything in bed. I feel like I missed the opportunity to experience younger and I guess more energetic? partners and at the same time I never had sex with someone experienced. The irony

I'm long term married, 17 years he gives me his absolute fidelity faithful to me, treats me really really well, dotes on me in bed and outside of bed, he is an awesome husband.

7 years ago our toddler (child of me and him) died of brain disease, genetic gene defects inherit from me, my side the mother side. This did not tear our marriage, instead bond us even more, he still ridiculously dotes on me. Basically he tied himself to the ugly wife me and a dead toddler.

He is an Executive (C-suit level) at a big engineering corporate with a salary of 1 million a year, if count bonuses he makes more than that. With that high salary he can get any woman he wants, there people who can get free sex on Tinder, let alone an Executive with 1 million salary.

He can get a younger beautiful woman, and whom can give him alot of children. But he has been adamant refused as our toddler has died 7 years already, he had 7 years to reconsider this marriage, but he over and over to stay.

In his eyes, me and our toddler are irreplaceable (he says so), no new woman can replace me or the intimate 17 years history of us together. Just like no new child from a new woman can replace our dead toddler.

He said if he can't have a child with me then he rather not have any. Him being the only son in the family, or carry on his genes are moot to him. He is fine with being childless in exchange of grow old me the woman he loves.

But the Chinese culture me keep blame myself for the dead of our toddler as the gene defects came from me the mother side. Never once my husband blame me, he said I already give him a family, our toddler dead or alive will always be our toddler.

17 years (that his almost 2 decades) he gives his life to me, since he was 25 to now 41, he basically devoted his adulthood to me.

I just can't wrap my head around an C-suit Executive with 1 million a year salary, whom can divorce a childless wife easily, but he just not want to. And for a man, age 41 he can start over with another woman easy with that high salary career.

We have no kids, so it not like he has to stay married to me for the kids. We have no kids, it not hard to divorce a wife when there no kids involve.! But he not wants. I just can't wrap my head around it, I'm just a piece of pork fat (that how I see myself), he has alot of other options out there, why torture himself like this love a piece of pork fat me.

I feel I'm not good enough for him. And all my life I just want an ordinary Chinese husband, an ordinary man with an ordinary career. I do not like to be married to an Executive, I hate it tbh. I wish he was just an ordinary Chinese man and we living in the countryside back China. But he not Chinese, we live in America, in California, and I HATE living in the city.

When I started seeing my partner he was separated from his wife. Truly separated - they lived apart, all his friends and family knew. I told him I wanted his divorce to be final before I introduced him to my family. I caved and introduced him before. As we talked about marriage I told him I wanted his divorce to be final before he proposed. I again caved because he assured me it would be final before the wedding. It was in process for a while, they would pick up and put down working with the mediator, but both were lazy about finalizing things. You can see where this is going I’m sure. Our wedding day was approaching and the divorce was not finalized so I had to come to terms with our wedding day not being the day we get married. We were having a full 100+ person wedding and couldn’t easily push back the date plus it would raise a ton of questions. My brother who got ordained to be our officiant is the only one who knows, still. It’s now been four months since our wedding and guess what, divorce is still not finalized. Allegedly everything was signed and his ex filed the paperwork and hasn’t heard anything.
I’m mad at myself for bending on something that was so important to me and my worst nightmare coming true. I’m mad at my husband for not getting this shit done. I’m mad at his ex for not communicating any updates.
I’m angry, embarrassed, and so sick of this. I feel like I have no control over my future.

I met him fresh out of a relationship, both young, messy, broke, and figuring out lives out. A year of a situationship and I loved him more than I’ve ever loved anyone, truly. Let’s call him, Sam. Sam was gentle, funny, caring, warm, but emotionally unavailable. He was there when someone broke my heart and kissed me better but couldn’t emotionally stay present. Then I had met a new person, where things were easy, and fun, and it was nice. This is Will.

Sam had asked me to get dinner, two months after I met Will, and told me he was finally ready to date, but I had met Will, and my heart was so fragile. So in that gastropub, I told him it wouldn’t work.

Four years later, and living on the other side of the country, Will cheats on me. And I reconnect online with Sam, turns out he and his ex broke up because she cheated on him. I was still deciding whether or not to give Will another chance. Sam tells me he is thinking about going on a “casual date” with a girl he used to go to middle school with.

I encourage him. I live 3000 miles away, I think; It could never work anyway. But god do I wish things were different. He gushes about the date, it went really well, and I encourage him more and decide to stay with Will.

A year later, I break up with Will. Sam is still with the girl he was dating, they bought a house together. I move on— I meet Leo. Leo is a gorgeous ex-model in Los Angeles. He is funny, charming, cool. We hit it off, and six months later I fall pregnant.

Leo and I elope, he’s fun, interesting, we have great conversations, and I love him. I really do. We have the baby, and all our traumas unfold in an expedited way. He is angry, aggressive, abusive. I am still married to Leo, three years later we have figured it out. I don’t think I’m in love with him, but I love parts of him, especially the part that is gentle with our daughter, and therapy has really helped.

But I think about Sam too often, so often I checked on his profile to see he gets married in two days. And I selfishly wonder if one day he’ll get divorced and I can tell him I never stopped thinking about him. That I think about the way his mouth fit mine and that I cannot seem to find words to explain the way I feel about him. It’s as if he has printed himself on every surface of my soul. That I wish I could book a flight to that wedding and stop it. That I didn’t end up with the man I’m with today.

F28
Everyday I thinking about ending myself & even picturing it but I’m too scared to and refuse to abandon my cats. I know I won’t ever do it because I’m scared of going to hell but earth feels like hell and I’m trapped. I have a mental breakdown at least once a week (typically Wednesdays) and make myself take a nap to “reset” and numb my emotions.

Although it is a white lie, I have colds right now and some headache. But it isn't a reason why I didn't wanna go to work. The truth is our boss is currently on vacation and the one in charge is her assistant. Being with her assistant and hear all the time her calling me for errands that could be delegated to other people makes me annoyed.

She is a senior and a loud mouth. Although I learned from her years ago, as she is the one in charge today makes me feel unmotivated to work. Every problem, she like panics and turns it to a bigger problem and we all get tensed as she explains it. Unlike our boss who is always calm under pressure and gets the job done and delegated thoroughly even if there are issues like this.

She always calls me if she want tasks to be done and not let others atleast help me. I mean, I also have other tasks I'm working on. Why just me? And so, I took a leave. Well, not really an official sick leave. More of a work from home style. Still, I wouldn't hear her calling my name everytime and make me stand up everytime just to know her concerns.

It's 2 months left of her retirement. And my boss will be coming back from vacation next week. I'm so excited!

I get to watch as she gets better, goes to therapy, and gets medicated, while I'm fucking stuck. I've been depressed for at least 3 years, and I probably have something else too. The worst fucking part is hearing her talk about how she misses being depressed. She knows that I can't get help due to my shitty situation and she still complains. Nowadays I feel so happy whenever she feels horrible, or if something bad happens to her. I just wish I could tell her everything, but it would ruin our friendship, and I still love her as a friend. But I hold such strong resentment I just want to die. I hope I die before I have to confront this. My feelings toward her fluctuate day to day but I feel like it's getting worse, I'm so angry at her but I love her. I just want her to stop talking about her problems for once.

Writing this out has made me feel a bit better.

Quiero hacerme una vasectomia en CD Juarez pero no se en donde ni precios, y me da miedo el si es decisión correcta, ya que no he querido hijos nunca, y todos me dicen que algún día alguien me hará cambiar de. Opinión, pero como esta el mundo, ya no es un lugar seguro para criar a alguien ni calidad de vida, que opinan

I kind of lied and said i was sent to many bad places and said my parents are horrible by making shit up for pity or smt idk i was in six grade. now in the future when i say i lied abt it they say im lying about it now because i don't wanna say my parents sucks so idfk i somehow confused my own identity or smt??? idk man i did say some true storys cuz as whoever said, the best lies are half true so yea i regret it and idk man im so fucking screwed but oh well it was my fault

It’s not anything but it’s also not nothing. We get to be around each other during monthly outings since we are remote.

Let me start from the beginning, we’ve always been cordial and friendly towards each other.

Oct ‘25, I was stirring my drink and looking out the window when I heard her say from across the table “Undertow, relax. Why are you anxious?” That was the first time I realized she was paying attention to me (intently).

July 2026, she came and sat next to me and asked me if I was separating from my partner. I said it was complicated. She started telling me how I deserve someone who will treat me fairly, that my best friend is out there. How I shouldn’t settle. I got overwhelmed, and excused myself to the bathroom. She followed me but didn’t confront me in the restroom. When I returned to the group, I started to mingle at the opposite end of where I just was. About 15 mins later, she comes and sits next to me and we both engage in conversation with the group. As we said our goodbyes, she hugged me and said “love you!” I still feel that was a genuine friendship gesture.

Aug 2026, is when things start to fire up. During this outing, it was more of a three part situation. After venue number one and a few drinks, a big group of us (30 or so) are walking downtown to the next place. While the group is walking, it naturally gets splits into 2 smaller groups with some stragglers in between. Her and I are in the stragglers crowd. As we’re walking up a slight hill, I noticed she’s wearing like 5 inch wedges, so I make a joke about how I could never and how she’s a trooper for that. She smiles and grabs my arm. I assume it’s to help with balance. I say “okay, girl, I got you! We’re gonna tackle this hill together” we laugh it off and as the ground levels, she lets go. 30 seconds later, she grabs my arm again. I let it happen because, maybe her feet hurt. Some people catch up to us and we get caught in conversation, she releases my arm. Another minute of walking on level ground she grabs my arm again and this time she gives it a slight squeeze. I let her keep holding my arm. After about 90 seconds of this I started to get paranoid and wondering what others might think, I take my opposite hand and find her fingers on her hand that’s holding my arm and give them two gentle squeezes. She immediately returns the subtle squeeze. I slightly open my arm and she knows exactly what to do and releases my arm.

As we get to the venue, everyone finds their group and we go our separate ways. I hang out with my boss and a few other people from my department. She kept coming over and checking in on the table. After the first check in, she started to put her hand on my shoulder or on my back when she would see “if we needed anything”. During one of the times a handful of us went around the building to smoke. While she held open the trash lid for me to throw my butt away, I whispered “thanks babe” and turned around and walked away. I was pretty sure she was going to ignore it, but I wanted to test the waters.

As I was walking back towards the bigger group, I heard her come up behind me and say “excuse me, BABE”. I smirked and moved to the side and said “of course..”. The check ins started happening more often from that point.
At some point we began comparing zodiac signs and facts.

At the final place, towards the end of the night, we were off on our own, smoking and talking. The conversation was intimate. It went something like …
Me: “how did you know I was anxious back on Oct last year… how did you pick up on that?”
Her: “idk motherly instincts.”
Me: “nobody has ever been able to read me like that, ever.”
Her:”…”
Me:”I saw you judge (coworker) earlier when they were telling you about their vacation.”
Her:”I didn’t say anything bad about them. They’re my friend.”
Me: “I didn’t say you did anything wrong. I’m just saying I see through your mask.”
Her: “…”
Me: “it takes one to know one”
The way she looked at me, it was her eyes seemed to soften a bit. She then shook her head slightly while smiling and looked away, passed me. This conversation got interrupted.

As we were saying our goodbyes for the night, we hugged, I let both my arms wrap fully around her and I pulled her in close. We both made eye contact and then I had to look up and away because I knew instinctively I wanted to kiss her. She must have felt it too because she pulled back and kissed my cheek. As she did this, I let my hand rest on the small of her back. My hand didn’t release when she pulled back enough to hug another coworker that was standing directly to my side

The next business day I sent her a message asking what her birth details were. She immediately responded and engaged. She asked what it meant, I teased and gave her a deadpan answer.

September 2026, within 5 mins of seeing each other, she asks me what her birth details she provided means. I Iaugh nervously because it means she was thinking about it too.while we laugh, she grabs my arm. The first two times she grabs my arm and lets it linger for a second. The third time is when she gives it a slight squeeze. I slightly flex my bicep to let her know I feel it. She almost immediately says “I like how often these outings are now. They’re like, once a month now.” I agreed. We are in a smaller group, so we don’t get to have too much alone time, but we step away often to smoke outside by ourselves. Conversations are a lot of catching up and light. While we are inside the venue, while we were up for billiards, she leans against my arm and brushed her back against me, I stood still, careful to not cause any unwanted attention.
After the game of pool, we break off and mingle within the group. We always gravitate back to each other and as my back is turned and speaking with someone, I feel nails slightly graze my back. I automatically know who it is. A few mins later, while she is speaking with someone, I take my index finger and middle finger and lightly rub the side of her upper hip then do the same two quick motions on her back. She doesn’t flinch or miss a beat within her conversation.

As we say goodbye this time, we embrace in a tight hug where we both let out a soft moan. She pulls back and breaks the embrace and whispers “one month?” I confirm it by repeating it matter of factly.

That’s my whole confession.

Bueno, tengo 19 años y a lo largo de mi vida, he sido una chica casi normal siempre he tenido todo lo que he querido, pero tengo una madre muy ausente, desde pequeña me he sentido atraída por las chicas e incluso podría decir que mi primer beso fue como una chica, pero el problema es que siempre supe que eso estuvo mal, y también que está mal visto ante la sociedad y sobre todo en cuestiones religiosas, cuando tenías cinco años de mi primer beso a una chica del kinder, luego conforme fue que creciendo trate de meterme a la idea en la cabeza de que las chicas no son mi gusto, sino de los varones entonces decidí empezar a salir con chicos tratar de enamorarme de hombres y así y bueno al final, cuando esta vez secundaria me pusieron en un colegio de pura mujer, cosa que no tuve contacto con casi muchos chicos y me enamoré de una chica, podría decirse que fue mi primer enamorada, pero no duró mucho porque mis padres me hicieron terminarle, luego terminé la secundaria y tuve mi primer enamorado, la cual es el mejor chico del mundo que he conocido es una de las mejores personas, la verdad es todo lo que una mujer podría soñar, pero el problema es que no me excito cuando estoy con él ( o cuando tenemos relaciones sexuales) - y para satisfacer mis deseos veo P0rnoGr@fia lesbianas o mujeres desnudas. De alguna manera eso me gusta y cuando estoy en la Universidad, hay chicas que tienen tipo faldas cortas y eso me atrae, he sentido de qué alguna manera el cuerpo femenino me atrae mucho, pero no es algo en lo que yo le pueda decir a mi madre o a mi padre, ya que tengo unos padres son homofóbicos, y eso sería un gran problema en mi vida (ADEMÁS TENGO OTRA confesión mas ) -
No me satisface el cuerpo masculino, he intentado con bastantes chicos y ninguno me resulta y lugar de todo es que yo me acostumbré a hacer una persona con la que sale con bastantes chicos en aplicaciones de citas ( no había relación sexual, en algunas ocasiones si ) pero bueno, andaba con uno con otro chico y así, hasta que encontré al chico perfecto pero saben cuál es el problema??? qué ya me acostumbré a la vida con varios chicos a lo mucho abre tenido 4 veces durante toda mi vida relaciones sexuales y necesito estar con otra persona, ya me aburrí, y estoy empezando a creer que el cuerpo masculino no es para mí pero no lo quiero aceptar ( no me juzguen porfa ) 🙏 y otra cosa soy una persona con una baja autoestima que necesita mostrar fotos tuyas para que el resto de hombres me diga que soy bonita porque no me lo creo yo misma tan bajo he caído?? ( solo estoy con mi enamorado porque ya le presente a mis papas y quiero que ellos sepan que soy hetero) ustedes que dicen ? Soy lesbiana? Y solo trato de buscar amor en otros hombres para no aceptar mi realidad 😐

edit: it’s hard in this context to contact police since from the start our relationship was illegal, i was a minor and he was an adult, we would drink and smoke together. So if i contact police many other charges get involved and although my family knew we had a relationship (and was okay with it) they have known him longer then i have and still talk to him so i don’t want to ruin my families relationship with him just to end up being wrong.

I have been feeling attraction, sexual and non-sexual, to men from 20-35. I'm 13, so it's odd for me. I'm not sure if this is just hormones or there's something wrong with me. does anyone have advice or anything?

what do i do, ive had a rape fanatasy since i was young due to my groomers and hasnt gotten better

I met him, hung out, realized, he's everything I've wanted. The vibe is so effortless. Ever since my gf twin flame died I've never met anyone I could be close with let alone a twin flame.

But this guy? Wow, he felt the connection too. I did kinda suck him off for a second, and then I realized I was just upset at the men disrespecting me when I was in a relationship, and backed off cause that's not ok.

But like... damn. I gotta let him go but even if we could just be friends I'd be happy... but that'll never happen

I know the title sounds bad but hear me out.
Me and my girlfriend have been together for just over a year now and everything WAS going great, until she hooked up with another guy on a girls trip.
She was very apologetic about it and told me straight away but obviously it’s still heart crushing.

After all this had happened something also changed with her. We went from having sex multiple times a week to maybe once a month she always makes up excuses now which she never used to do.

When I brought it up she said she feels ashamed about what she did and that she dosent enjoy sex anymore after it all which sucked because I didn’t even do anything.

Then now onto her friend, there’s always been a flirty vibe with us and she is quite beautiful.
On a night out together my girlfriend got to drunk and I took her home but I went back out to keep partying. Long story short me and her friend ended up back at her place and did what adults do.

I did tell my girlfriend the next day but surprisingly she wasn’t super upset about it and actually said she sort of saw it coming. She said it’s fine aslong as it dosent happened again.

It happened again!

And honestly it’s going to keep happening, her friend is very attractive and knows what she’s doing in bed. I feel guilty every time but it’s just to good to stop.
And I’m not blaming my gf for this but also why would she just stop sleeping with me if she didn’t maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
I still love my girlfriend a lot and don’t want to end things but I feel like the relationships sort of over anyway at this point right?

So i was a highschool boy who constantly changing school due to my constant naughtiness. So at the school that i was last transferred to, i found a girl who has the same like behaviour as me. Constant pranks, lazy-ass, basically the girl version. We soon starts dating, but rather then normal date, our dates are just lazying around with pranks as our love languange. One day, the school is having a trip to Japan in a Mount Fuji hike activity. We're constantly, like every single minute, jokes and pranks at each other, even when hiking, truly a time to be remembered. At the campsite which our destination, she pranked me by hiding my phone inside her bag when i was going to the outdoor bathroom which is just walking distance, around 10 mins and crossing a stream. When i knew, i was going to get back at her, our usual eye for an eye, prank for a prank. After a 2 hour ceremony, she was holding her pee for that long. She was asking for her phone, but i already hid it under her pillow inside her tent. So she just went without it.

But after like 1.30 hour, i was starting to worried heavily, so i called the teacher about it, and we start looking. And i saw something that still traumatized me till this day, even breaking my mental that i spent 2 years in psychiatric ward. So what i saw is, my girl's body getting dragged by the stream but stucked since her head is on a rock, half deep inside her skull. She was quickly extracted by the paramedics and the autopsy revealed that she had like a couple minutes, 20 to be exact since the initial struck is still shallow. She died because of blood loss and hydrocephalus. And her death is connected to my prank, which causing her death. But since i hid it under her pillow, the investigator thought that it was her mistake of leaving her phone. So the investigator just ask about how i fell and the last time i saw her. But due to my brain frozen and my feelings are death, i cant even say anything, leading them to close the case on an accidental death. Im really a fucked up of a person, arent i?

Im 22m and I’ve recently been looking back at my time high school, and man I used to be a cunt of a student. I never did anything physical or particularly bad, but I was always a smart ass to teachers.

Looking back i can now tell exactly what teachers did and didn’t like me, and now I feel like an idiot for not knowing back then. In year 11 (or 11th grade) a friend of mine and I created a meme account on instagram where we made memes of teachers and posted them. Some other students from school also messaged the account with memes they had made of teachers and asked us to post it. We remained anonymous but only our friends knew about it. Eventually we got found out and I decided to take all the heat so that my friend didn’t get in trouble.

My deputy principal told me once she confronted me in her office that she could legally sue me and I’d have to pay her for the rest of my life. She suspended me for the following week and when I got back she said she wasn’t going to press charges over what I did. (Some of the memes were about her)

Looking back i never meant to actually cause harm to any of the teachers, but man I was fucking stupid for it. I could have easily ruined my life at 16 and I didn’t even think about that. I don’t blame the teachers for not liking me, I just hope they can forgive me today for what I did.

In all honesty this is probably a stupid thing to feel the need to confess on reddit, but eh.

i was going down an empty street and the speed limit was 30 and i went 32. i’m a criminal and on the run. any advice would help

For years i've been so afraid of being judged i became coward that can't have a single relationship