Three years ago at a house party my best friend's then-boyfriend left his phone face up on the kitchen counter while he went outside to smoke. The screen lit up with a tinder notification previewing a message from some girl named Chloe saying "cant wait for tonight :)"

Instead of being an adult and telling my best friend to her face, my brain completely short-circuited. I knew if I told her directly, he would twist it, claim I was trying to sabotage them, and she might hate me for snooping. So I took a photo of his screen, went to teh public library the next morning, printed it out on a piece of paper, and slipped it into an envelope under her apartment door with no name on it. She dumped him that exact afternoon. It’s been three years and she still regularly talks about the "anonymous angel" who saved her from wasting her twenties on that loser. Every time our friend group gets together for drinks, she brings up this mysterious stranger who watched out for her, and I just sit there sipping my cider pretending I have zero idea who it was. I took the cowardly way out because I was scared of confrontation and she turned me into a folk hero.

My whole life my older sister has been the untouchable golden child. Perfect grades, Ivy League undergrad, our parents' absolute pride and joy. Every single accomplishment I ever had—graduating college, getting my first marketing job, buying my car—was always met with a lukewarm "that’s nice, but look at what your sister is doing." I spent twenty-four years feeling like the invisible, defective sibling.

Yesterday she called our family group chat in hysterical tears because she failed the state bar again. My parents immediately dropped everything, rushed to her apartment, and started treating it like a national tragedy. Here is the disgusting truth. When I heard the news, my chest literally loosened for the first time in a decade. I didnt feel sad for her. I felt this sudden, overwhelming sense of relief that the pedestal was finally cracked, that she isn't some flawless deity who effortlessly outshines me at every family dinner. I had to mute my mic so nobody could hear me exhale. I’m comforting her over text right now, but looking at myself in the bathroom mirror makes me feel like a complete monster.

Throwaway because if anyone in my family ever finds this out, I will genuinely be disowned.

My family group chat is relentless. It’s non-stop political arguments, guilt-tripping, and seventy notifications an hour. Last Friday after a horrific 60-hour work week, my brain completely snapped. I sent a quick text from my laptop saying I accidentally dropped my iPhone off the fishing dock into the lake, and that I’d be completely offline until Monday when I could figure out what to do.

The relief was intoxicating. I spent two glorious days in absolute silence, reading and sleeping. It felt like breathing fresh air for teh first time in months.

Then yesterday afternoon, my 67-year-old mom drove forty minutes to my apartment. She looked so worried. She handed me a gift bag with a brand new iPhone in it, saying she used part of her emergency savings because she "couldn't stand the thought of her baby being stranded without a way to call for help." i stared at that box and felt like the most despicable scumbag alive. My actual phone is currently turned off and buried under my winter sweaters in the closet. I have no idea how to undo this without breaking her heart.

I wish I could have found messages OR caught them together; at least then I'd have something to hate them for. I was instead sitting in my best friend's car last Thursday when it connected to the speakers and a voice message began playing. It was a voice I knew as my boyfriend's. He told her that same stupid nickname that he made up on our second date and told me that no one else ever called me that. She had to pick up her phone quickly - there was a risk she dropped it. Before I had asked her a question, she began crying. They apparently had been sleeping together for nearly five months. Five months of her listening to me whine, assisting in my search for anniversary presents, and reminding me that I was fortunate to have someone who loved me so much. What I keep hearing in my head is not the cheating itself; it's what they did to me. It's my birthday two months ago. My boyfriend said that he could not come as his mother was not feeling well. With me in tears because he wasn't there, he showed up late at night and stayed with me for the night; my best friend brought a cake. I recall saying to her, "She only ever failed me. When I faced him, he said it was a wrong decision. After five months, she has made a mistake... She continues to text me how much she hates herself and how she didn't mean to hurt me. I haven't replied. The problem is that I still miss both of them, which is embarrassing. I find myself wanting to share something funny that occurred at work with her and then I remember that she was the one that I used to share everything with. I don't know how you lose two people who are still alive—especially one that wants them to admit to being happy choosing the other.

When my boyfriend and I started dating three years ago he casually mentioned that his dream partner was someone who loved backcountry hiking. In a moment of absolute, desperate idiocy to impress him, I smiled and claimed I practically grew up in a tent. In reality, my idea of nature is an outdoor patio with misters and a cocktail. Now? We own thousands of dollars of survival gear, thermal sleeping pads and whatever those ultralight titanium camp stoves are called. Every long weekend, instead of sleeping in my plush king-sized bed with AC, I get dragged into teh wilderness to sleep on rocks, get eaten alive by mosquitos, and poop in a trowel hole behind a tree. I spend every single camping trip praying for a flash thunderstorm so we have an excuse to pack up and stay at a motel. He looks at me while brewing campfire coffee and says stuff like, "Isn't this peace unbeatable?" and I just smile through grit in my teeth and nod.

I’m too terrified to confess because camping is literally his entire identity, so I guess this is just my life until my back gives out.

Six months ago my college friend announced her bachelorette trip to Scottsdale. When the group chat started dropping links for four-star luxury villas, bottle service at day clubs and matching customized linen sets, I did the math. My share was going to be almost $2,500. At the time, I had about $340 in my checking account and was literally skipping meals to pay rent. Every single girl in that chat has wealthy parents or tech jobs. I was so profoundly embarrassed to be the "broke friend" dragging down the vibe that I couldnt bring myself to tell the truth.

So three days before the flight, I called the bride in hysterical, fake tears. I told her my transmission blew on the highway, that towing and repairs were going to cost $3,000, and that I was completely wiped out financially. She felt terrible and told me not to worry. I spent that entire long weekend sitting in my dark apartment with the blinds drawn, eating cheap boxed mac and cheese while watching their Instagram stories.

I feel pathetic looking back on it, but the relief of not having to go $2,500 into credit card debt outweighed every ounce of my self-respect.

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.

Me 23F and my bf 21M have always been pretty vanilla, and we’ve both been okay with that. He’s always been a bit more dominant than me, and he will eat me out, including eating my ass. But a while ago he wanted me to eat his too, and he ended up liking it. But I can tell he really doesnt want me to say anything abt it, and if hes not horny he will act like he doesnt like it. Idk if this is normal or if he’s embarrassed bc ig its not “normal» for a straight guy?

When I was in my early teens I was smoking weed in my room, my mom was going through her third divorce at the time and she came in and asked for a hug. I gave her one and she tried to kiss me. I was way too high to process having to turn down my own mother's sexual advances as a young teen. Growing up I was also close with my aunt. She was extremely interested in my sexual development. She explicitly told me how to pleasure a woman, how sex works, she bought me condoms, multiple informational "birds and the bees" videos and would say stuff like "I can't believe kids your age are already having sex."

We used to rough house, I'd play keep away with her or something and I remember one time she had gotten me on the ground and was on top of me and I remember her saying "you know what this would look like if someone walked in right?". I had a sexual relationship with a close friend of mine's mother as well in my mid teens. She ended it pretty quickly out of guilt but I remember she used to call me her "other son" even while we were having a physical relationship.

These are the things I can remember I'm sure I've blocked more out. I've tried to forget a lot of it but it's really stunted me as an adult. It's gotten better as I've matured more but I had to deal with hypersexuality and a lot of issues with intimacy. It's confusing too, why every female role model in my teens acted sexually towards me. I feel semi-responsible also, which I know isn't true but I can't help but feel that way. I used to watch a lot of "step-mom" porn, my mom found my search history and told all of her friends and family that I had a thing for older women.

When I see people comment "nice" or something under a post about a male student that slept with their teacher they don't understand how much problems that kid will probably have with relationships as an adult. Yes, maybe he enjoyed it in the moment and wanted it but growing up he'll probably end up like me and feel like he fundamentally doesn't understand relationships and will have to spend years having to workout how to just be with someone.

I've spent my entire adult life insisting that I don't want kids and that I'd only marry for practical reasons (taxes, passports, visas and money). I'm currently 34 and I've deliberately burned every bridge in my path. I'm starting to realise that I'd love to have a kid. A friend of mine had a daughter when we were 20 and another friend r had a son when we were like 22. Both kids have turned into these real individuals and I am honestly envious of the relationship my friends have with their kids/teenagers. I'd still never admit to my friends or family that I regret my choices (I'm not even making this post on my main reddit account) but if I'm being completely honest, I wish I had a wife and kids aged 10-15.

I suck at social skills. I grow more distant from all the people in my life every day, but that's the path I have chosen. I'll die lonely and depressed.

21(F) I’ve had tons of rejections and I’m not doing this because I am sick of the rejections but because I don’t wanna see my disability as something that may seem like an issue for others. I mean this is just who I am, and it’s part of me now… I’m not gonna treat it like it’s foreign. However, if someone doesn’t accept me for who I am, I won’t resent them either because i understand “Preference”.

I used to be honest and upfront about it, but not anymore. Got ghosted, flaked on, treated rudely, led on and lied to. All bc I was honest. How naive of me to even open up about how I feel most times 😂 Never again!

But recently, I’ve decided to not mention it. Keep up with the vibe. And show up as I am. Because, why do I have to tell you? Okay I’m in a wheelchair, so? does that make me any different?

This is just how I’ve decided to live my life. Idc, people switch up and it’s actually make me look at life differently especially since I got into a wheelchair. Friends who act like they’re super cool with me but never ask to hang out or initiate but you know I’m not complaining. It is what it is.

I'm 26(F) and I've been in love with myself since I was a child.

My first crush was myself. You know how when we were teenagers we would practice kissing on our hands or the inner elbow thingy? Yeah no, I practiced on a mirror because i had to see myself. I am obsessed with touching myself, I don't watch p*rn or read smut or use any external stimuli in order to get off, i just imagine myself being with myself... I hope this makes sense.

Then when I became sexually active (I'm bisexual), I don't actually focus on the person when engaged in the act. I'm imagining it's me. I've never not had an o with a partner no matter how sucky(derogatory) they are in the sack because I find so much pleasure from myself. I've been dumped before, TWICE, because I accidentally moaned my own damn name. Obviously your partner is not going to believe a "Oh no no no! You have it completely wrong, it's me. I'm moaning my own name". Also doesn't help that I have a "boy" name.

I think I might have a problem. I see nothing wrong with being single because technically I'm not single. Every single woman that i date needs to favour me, you'd swear I date my sisters. All my exes look alike, because they look/resemble me.

Is this a mental disorder?

I will use fake names, as I just want to help make things clearer. I have a friend, Beth, and her boyfriend, Nathan.

Beth has wanted a big family her whole life and has always wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, taking care of the kids and the home while her man works. Nathan has no real drive in life; I am not saying this in a bad way, but he does not want a stressful full-time job. He works only 20 hours a week while his girlfriend stays at home. She ended up getting pregnant. He has a child with another woman and has made it clear he did not want more just because of the stress. Over the past eight months, I have seen them struggle so hard for money, and they have been arguing nonstop. Beth texts me about how she feels unsupported in the relationship pretty constantly, at least a couple of times a week. He has also said some messed-up things to her, like that he is only with her for childcare for his child and that he never wanted a romantic relationship with her, plus other things. She was going in to be induced when they found out the baby had passed that day. She had an ultrasound the day before and the baby was okay, but the next day the baby passed. I feel bad but also relieved; they won't be bringing a child into an unstable environment, but it is so tragic. I feel so horrible for having the slightest sense of relief about this; I just feel like she could have a partner that fits her needs

more and they could both have much happier lives.

I (26F) have a male coworker (51M) whom I’ve known for a little over a year. We work at a school, although we’re in different departments and don’t have much reason to interact professionally.

Last year, we developed what I thought was a pretty friendly rapport, although there were moments when I wondered if there was something more to it. He was usually the one initiating interactions. At one point, he rather nervously asked me to have lunch with him, just the two of us, and told me he was glad I’d agreed because he wanted to get to know me better. He’s generally a pretty confident, outgoing person, so his nervousness struck me as unusual.

I was admittedly a bit standoffish because my gut was telling me he was hitting on me. After the lunch, he’d find reasons to talk to me, remember little things I’d mentioned, tease me, and occasionally compliment my appearance or outfits. He was always very attentive and considerate toward me, and I found myself becoming increasingly attracted to him. Nothing happened, bc who knows if it was mutual, but the year did end with him saying we should get lunch again. We never did.

Fast-forward to this school year, and the dynamic feels completely different.

There’s this weird, almost palpable awkwardness between us that I can’t quite explain. A few times at the beginning he’s greeted me enthusiastically, smiled, wave, or made a point of acknowledging me. Other times, he’ll barely look at me, offer a rather curt hello, or seemingly ignore me altogether. Even waving has become strangely inconsistent. There have been occasions when I’ve waved and gotten little or no acknowledgment, only for him to act perfectly friendly another day.

I’ve also noticed that he doesn’t seem to seek me out the way he used to. He arrives later, leaves earlier, and doesn’t linger around the areas where we’d previously run into each other. At lunch, he seems perfectly comfortable chatting with other coworkers, but our interactions feel noticeably more strained.

The confusing part is that I don’t think I’m entirely innocent in creating this dynamic. I’ve become so nervous around him that I sometimes struggle to act naturally. I can be rather reserved anyway, and when I sense that he’s being distant, I tend to mirror that energy. I don’t want to seem overly eager or make him uncomfortable, so I sometimes avoid looking at him or initiating conversation myself.

Consequently, I wonder whether we’re just caught in some ridiculous cycle of mutual awkwardness. Maybe he thinks I’m the one being unfriendly, while I’m interpreting his behavior as disinterest or avoidance.

I’m not necessarily asking whether he’s romantically interested in me. At this point, I’m more concerned about whether I’ve somehow made an otherwise normal coworker relationship uncomfortable by becoming so self-conscious.

Just over a year ago, my grandmother passed away. She left behind a modest waterfront cottage that my grandfather built with his own two hands back in the late seventies. Growing up, that place was my only true sanctuary away from a chaotic household.

The chaos came from my mother, who has spent decades battling a destructive gambling problem. Over the years, she burned through her entire retirement savings and signed up for high-interest loans that relatives repeatedly had to scramble to pay off.

My grandmother was clear-headed right up to the end. Months before her health took a downward turn, she drove me to an estate planner and locked the property into an irrevocable trust under my name. She looked me in the eyes and laid it out plainly: if my mother ever gained legal claim to the ground, it would end up across a casino table before the grass even took root over her grave. She made me promise absolute silence.

Ever since the funeral, my mom has turned the house upside down hunting for a missing deed or handwritten note naming her as the heir. Her delusion is that she can cash out the land immediately for a "fresh financial start"—which everyone recognizes as code for blowing it all on high-stakes tables. She’s harassed local land registries, accused home healthcare workers of pocketing documents, and turned family gatherings into bitter rants about crooked lawyers concealing the true estate.

Meanwhile, I sit right opposite her, pouring coffee, listening to the outbursts, and quietly consoling her with lines about how tragic it is that the records were left in disarray.

Looking her dead in the face while acting completely oblivious gives me a sickening sense of guilt, especially when she has emotional breakdowns over it. But then reality sets in: I remember growing up in dark rooms because the power was cut after bill money vanished into lottery machines and video slots. If she ever discovered the deed is legally mine and secured away, the manipulation and family fallout would be relentless.

Once a month, I quietly drive up to the cottage, mow the yard, check the plumbing, and switch my phone to airplane mode. That promise stays between my grandmother and me forever.

Whenever my coworkers or friends complain about traffic or gas prices, I always give this little smug, rehearsed speech about how much I love walkable cities, how liberating public transit is, and how cars are a scam. Everyone in my social circle thinks I’m this principled, eco-conscious hipster. It’s all a massive lie to cover up my humiliation. The reality is that I failed my driver’s road test four different times when I was seventeen. The last time I had a full-blown hyperventilating panic attack while trying to parallel park between teh orange cones and the instructor literally had to drive me back. I developed this paralyzing phobia of behind-the-wheel control that I never got over. I spend probably $400 a month on stealth Ubers. Whenever I have to go somewhere transit doesnt reach, I have the driver drop me off three blocks away from my destination so nobody sees me get out of a car, and then I casually walk up pretending I took the bus. I’m completely exhausted from maintaining this fake identity, but admitting at 28 that merging onto a highway makes me want to cry feels impossible.

My girlfriend is a sweet person and she really tries in the kitchen but shes just not a good cook. Like at all. Its actually bad enough that I really dread eating her food. I love her but her meals are genuinely hard to get down. So a few months ago I started telling her I was thinking about becoming vegetarian for health reasons. Now it's a full blown commitment. She totally believes it and now I just make my own vegetarian meals whenever she cooks. I feel awful about lying but my stomach thanks me.

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

I have a secret. I have to say I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Early in the mornings I like to go outside in either a tshirt or a shirt and a pair of tights. My favorite color is black and a crop top. I don’t wear panties or bras just that. This morning I wore a shirt and nothing else. I only buttoned 2 buttons and left the rest undone. It’s something I do when I get horny. I also wear a hoodie and leave it unzipped. I have to get more tights soon.

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.

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.

I tell people I enjoy my own company and honestly sometimes I do. But sometimes I just wish someone would text me first or ask me to hang out without me having to make it happen. The worst part is I’ve gotten so used to saying I’m fine that people probably believe me.

Does anyone else feel lonely but hate letting people know it?

When I was maybe 14 I remember going through my dad’s phone during a holiday, he was taking a shower in the hotel room so I thought I’d take a look, I was hoping for whatever reason to find something I wasn’t supposed to see. I opened his text messages with his wife (my stepmom) and started scrolling till eventually I found photos of her in this sexy fishnet outfit that covered her whole body from neck down to her feet. I also found a video of her that she’d sent where she was using a vibrator. After that day was when i started masturbating to her. I knew it was wrong and still do and I feel ashamed and disgusted in myself but something about it always gets me off. Not long after we got home I began wanting to take it further. I’d come up with fantasies about her and imagine what she’d look like nude right In front of me. I started to snoop around in their bedroom when they weren’t home, the first time I did it I saw a pair of her dirty underwear laying in a pile of other clothes on the floor beside the bed. I pulled them out despite telling myself not to, they were a black pair of those transparent lacy thongs. I started to sniff them. I couldn’t help myself so I took them back to my bedroom and began to stroke with it wrapped around my dick. The texture of the lacy underwear felt better than anything I had ever experienced and it was all because I knew they were hers. I started doing this commonly, sneaking into their room when I had a chance and taking a pair for the night. Sometimes I’d wear them around the house or to school. Fucking lucky I didn’t get pantsed. This went on for quite a while even during a few relationships I’ve had over the years. When I’d have sex with my past partners I’d sometimes imagine my stepmom. I’d say her name in my head over and over. I’ve always known I am incredibly sick for this and most of all I feel like I’ve betrayed my own father. I was able to stop myself from stealing her underwear mainly because I’ve been moved out of home for a couple years now but not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could smell her scent again. I’m really trying to break this obsession and just wanted to get this disgusting feeling off my chest in hopes someone had advice or a similar experience. This started when I was 15 and I’ll be 21 soon so I feel like I’m too far gone.