I was lie to from day one about who they are how they think and what they feel it got worse as time progressed and by five months I was told he loved me but things seem too good to be true I asked him if there was anything I should know about because some of his things he said didn’t match up he said I was being paranoid.

One night he left some criminating evidence out and I saw it and from that point on I was the bad person it was my fault because I saw the incriminating evidence forget about the part where I warned him please be honest please don’t hurt me my heart still messed up from my last relationship let’s just take things slow. He told me all this stuff about his ex-wife stupid me I believed him.

Well turns out everything he told me that his ex-wife did she had a reason to do it because he did all those things he hired hookers he chased after girls half his age he joined every dating hook up site there was he send money to young girls he had S with other women “chickens” with no protection on and then he wondered why his wife wouldn’t want to do it with him.

Now the fed up thing is the few friends that he has he tells them the crazy ex girlfriend just like his crazy “chickens” dating or trying to hook up with 30-year-old girls have his age he lies and cheats and steals but his supposedly real friends don’t even know who he really is.

He cannot understand how come I am upset because he doesn’t admit that him lying to me for 18 months until I found proof how this isn’t my fault me being hurt and devastated and broken isn’t his fault the lying and cheating and the stealing that he does none of that is his fault everything is my fault I fing don’t get it how do you lie to someone and in the same breath tell them that you love them.

How do you go f your ex-girlfriend and then come over to your house and f your new girlfriend without protection on. Then I wondered why when he came home from the doctor saying he didn’t have any sexual diseases I am thinking or why would he were only one sleeping with each other well it made sense once I found the incriminating evidence.

If the format sucks I apologize if the spelling is messed up I apologize I’m really upset right now and I’m dictating to my phone and I’m ready to I don’t even know I I just want revenge so bad and I know life lived well is good revenge but right now that is not gonna make me happy I wanna f-ing rip out every hair he has left on his head I want to show up where he’s going to be tonight and tell his but he calls his real friends who really don’t know who the hell he is everything about him but it will just make me look worse because as far as they’re concerned he walks on water.

Back in 2003, I was 8 years old. Our family had just moved into a new flat, and it was our first night in the apartment my step-father bought for us to live in. So, due to not comfortable with the new place and having already slept a lot earlier, I was wide awake. It was practically past midnight, and I was laying in my bed.

For you to understand this story better, I’ll have to explain how the room was like. So, I had my bed at the end of the room below the windows. and at the other side was the door. Next to the door was a walk in closet, both doors of the closet had mirrors on them. They were pretty big, I’d say it covered 75% of the wall. So I could see my own reflection when I was on my bed.

Anywho, as I laid there, waiting for me to fall asleep. I felt something grab my leg, like a big hand violently grabbing my leg, then pulling me out of bed. As soon as this happened, I began screaming and held the headboard of the bed so to not get completley pulled away. As this was going on, I guess my brother was also awake because he heard my screams. He tried opening my door but couldn’t get in. And in my house, there is a rule: Never lock any door. So it was unlocked, but for some reason he couldn’t open it. He yelled out to my mother and father. While they were getting up I was still struggling and holding onto the headboard.

When I looked back, I saw the reflection of myself on the closet doors. There was a huge, black arm coming from under my bed, grabbing my leg and pulling me. As soon as I saw that, I screamed louder. When my parents finally reached the door to my room, they were able to open it, the hand let go and went under the bed.

They turned on the lights and asked me what was going on. I told them what went down, but obviously it was swept aside with a bad dream. Even though I was clearly awake. After this day, I grabbed the mattress and put it on the floor. I was not going to sleep on beds that had spaces under them, afraid of this to occur again.

My brother believed me because I showed him the bed frame, there were 3 scratch marks on the side where the arm came out. Mind you, the bed was new, my dad had them set up the night we arrived. He knew I couldn’t have done that to it.

Here is a sketch I did of that night below

(it left me really uneasy when I finished this piece, that night was terrifying and intense.)

My 20 y.o brother in law “Sean” moved in with me and my wife after my father-in-law passed away a few months ago.

He is the private type and keeps to himself. He goes out and never say where he’s going or how long he’ll be out, eats at random times during the day, wears earbuds while I and the kids are sitting with him. See, all of these are uncool behaviors and a bad influence on my children. I’ve already talked to Sean about certain house rules I have and how he was violating them maybe because he didn’t but now he knows and still nothing’s changed.

Last night, he came home late at around 10pm. I wasn’t thrilled with that because he knew the rules but he said that he was an adult and I shouldn’t be policing him but it’s not about that, it’s about the fact that he’s repeatedly disrespected the homeowner and the rules…So I told him this: “If he won’t respect the rules which are: Being home at 8, not eating at random times, and not using his electronics just like my kids aren’t allowed when the family is gathered to spend time together.

He ranted about how he wasn’t a child, my child, and called me unreasonable to treat him this way just because he lives under my roof, I told him it’s not hard to show respect really but my wife went off asking what was wrong with me to be giving Sean who’s still grieving, ultimatums and treating him like a child.

I explained to her that I’m just making sure the kids won’t be influenced by her brother’s reckless behavior and she laughed asking if I think Sean being on his phone was reckless but that is beside the point.

She called me a control freak and told me to get off her brother’s back and leave him alone. I replied that she’s just saying this because he’s her brother but she said I overstepped and should back off and stop trying to control her adult brother. I asked her if she was happy with him coming home late and she said she was sick of arguing then went upstairs.

Here is what netizens think:

• Your wife is right. Why on earth should a 20 year old have a curfew and have his eating times policed? Also, you made a unilateral decision about your wife’s brother without even consulting your wife?

You sound already like an overbearing parent, and this is towards an adult who isn’t your kid. I feel horrible for your wife and kids.

• Those children must fear this man. He is policing everything about their life. There is a difference between parenting and policing. 

To preface, I know I was a terrible girlfriend for doing this and that I am so incredibly lucky that my boyfriend was into it.

So a couple weeks ago me and my boyfriend (25M) are out at this party for his work and some of their clientele (other businesses I think) so there were a ton of people and right before we got there we got into a big fight, what about doesn’t really matter, so we were both mad but we decided to just play like we were alright.

The venue was this like hotel/wedding venue place (i don’t really know, point is it had a main party area and a bunch of side rooms).

It also had an open bar that I ended up getting a bit too drunk at. And I’m touchy when drunk. So in my alcohol and anger-addled brain I think it’s a great idea to get back at my boyfriend by being a bit flirty with some of the guys there (I don’t know many of the people he works with not to mention the unconnected guests).

Anyway I get to talking with this one guy, being a bit overly flirty, and I can see my bf watching me from across the room.

Well my flirting escalated rather quickly and my hormones increased rapidly via doing this. The guy I was talking with offers to slip away with me cause he knows his way around the venue and I agreed.

So we find our way to some side room a ways away from the main hall and as soon as we’re out of sight he has his arm around me keeping me pulled tight to his side and is feeling me up. We find a small study looking room where it really starts to get hot though.

As soon as we’re inside he starts being so much more forward, starting a make-out session, sticking his hands up and down my dress.

Anyway after a bit of that he gets me bent over this wooden desk and after lifting up my gown he calls me a little sl-t for not wearing any panties (I was originally planning on doing this with my bf and was gonna surprise him) before he starts plowing me HARD.

After some time I see the door to the room open (the guy had his face buried in my neck and was too busy to hear anything) and my boyfriend is standing there shocked. He watches for a minute before closing the door and leaving.

The guy keeps hammering me from behind, oblivious, and after a few more minutes he finishes inside me. He tells me I was a good girl and leaves.

I give it a minute and right my clothes before exiting the room myself, expecting to have to call a cab after my boyfriend left me there (reasonably so).

But I found him in the main area, and when I turned back up he said he was ready to leave, I was feeling guilty so I agreed.

The car ride home was the most tense thing I’ve ever experienced and it was in total silence, we didn’t talk to each other for the rest of the night.

The next morning we have a full discussion, which started with me apologizing profusely and understanding if he wanted to break up. Turns out he didn’t though.

He said he was a bit hurt and betrayed but the main thing he felt was intense arousal at the sight. So we discovered that he was really into being cucked.

So over the past few weeks I’ve slept with that same guy a couple times (who was his boss come to find out) and my bf watches.

I (26F) have developed feelings for my (36M) co-worker and I don’t know what to do.

My co-worker and I have been talking, sometimes flirtatiously, for a few months now. I’m an introverted person and usually find it hard to enjoy conversing with anyone, but it was always really easy for me to talk to him. We just sort of clicked right away.

To make a long story short, we talk every day. We have multiple email chains that are sometimes paragraphs long, and one of our chains has been going on for about 6 months.

On top of this, we often chat in his office, sometimes for up to an hour. I’m attracted to him but can’t tell if he’s attracted to me or just likes the attention I’ve been giving him.

This all started innocently enough, but it’s gotten to the point where I’m thinking about him outside of work and I want to ask for his number. I know this is something I shouldn’t do, because he’s married.

I know his marriage is not doing well based off general work gossip and the way he talks about his wife. He also removes his wedding ring when I’m around.

I’ve tried to shut it down a few times, but we keep ending up in new email chains with each other. It’s hard because I like talking to him so much and I don’t know what to do.

I almost feel like the only way he’ll understand why I want to stop is by being honest, because none of my lies have worked.

I’ve tried telling him that nervous we email too much and IT will find out (he’s a manager and said he knows IT doesn’t monitor company email), telling him the emails give me anxiety (to which he said he understood and then we started a new chain a week later anyway), and I’ve tried just not emailing him back (he usually sends a new chain and I cave).

How do I shut the relationship down without telling him point-blank how I feel? Is there any excuse I could use that would make him stop emailing me?

Employer wants me to clean bathrooms now

So I have been what basically amounts to a production manager for over 14 years now at this family business. I work Monday to Thursday, 7-5 then I’m out.

I try to not get involved with the other half of the business which is a bar/steakhouse, only so far as keeping them supplied with alcohol.

I just got word from another administration employee that over the weekend they had a meeting and will now be asking myself and the other employee to start full deep cleaning the bathrooms every week because “we use them too”.

Mind you these are the same bathrooms that get blown up by the restaurant customers, tipped employees, and restaurant managers over the weekend.

Anything I can do to argue myself out of this when the owners come to tell me the good news?

Netizens’ comments

1. Tell them it’s not in your job description and if they want to add to that list of tasks you’ll need to renegotiate your employment terms.
2. Ask how much of a raise you get for this amendment to your job description
3. No extra pay just ask them to f off
4. “I’ve worked for you for fourteen years and now you want me to clean toilets? What did I do to deserve this demotion? Are you trying to get me to quit?”
5. I would tell them that you don’t think it’s a good use of your time and would cost them less money to hire someone to do the cleaning. Do they really want to be paying production manager wages for cleaning the bathroom? I doubt it.
6. Do a terrible job. It isn’t required for other aspects of the job and you weren’t hired with them knowing you have the knowledge. Take way too long to do a poor job and see how long they ask you to keep doing it!

I shouldn’t have to work two jobs and stay in a crappy relationship just to survive.

I’m just so tired. I’m tired of waking up & living with my toxic baby daddy. Whose parents pay his share of the bills & give him spending money so he can blow it on onlyfans and video games.

He doesnt work. I work two jobs and its never enough. I dont make enough money, Im useless, we don’t f enough to keep him from paying girls on only fans to give him what he wants.

I dont see my son enough either. I work one job, 29 hours a week and work retail part time on the weekends and it still isnt enough to live on my own.

Ive tried leaving him, but I dont make enough to even rent a one bedroom by myself. I can barely afford to buy myself a new pair of shoes or a new bra.

Im wearing socks with holes in them to make sure my son has enough clothes to last him because my baby daddy wont spend on things he finds “unnecessary” and i guess making sure our shared child has clothes and enough diapers and formula is considered unnecessary

Ive tried talking to his parents because I know they’re funding his lifestyle. Theyve told me to get over it, Im a gold digger, I should give up custody of our son to him and just “f off from their lives” but I refuse to do that.

I cant just leave my son to be raised by his father (lets be honest, my baby daddy would just pawn him off on his parents and go back to his games)

Im yelled at every day about how I dont do enough & how Im a piece of shit mother, how I should have gotten an abortion (sometimes I agree with him on this because at least I wouldnt have brought my son into this).

there have been times where he refused to take no for an answer after Ive worked on my feet all day and the last thing I want to do is sleep with him.

Ive come back to our home and to our son covered in filth because his father has been glued to the play station all day.

Some I already feel like a single parent but still NOTHING I do is good enough. I want to be able to buy my son new clothing instead of used stuff from facebook or once upon a child.

I want to be able to buy myself something nice instead of all of my money going back into this crappyand dirty home Im paying way too much for.

I eat one meal a day to be able to afford my son’s formula. my baby daddy has told me he would “never pay child support” and that his parents would “bury me” in court when I tried to leave beforehand.

He doesnt care about our son, he just knows he can play his parents and use our son to get more money for his habits and his parents think their son is king.

I shouldnt be fantasizing about winning the lottery just to leave him and provide my son with the life he deserves and not this crappy one we are living.

Im only surviving because of how hard I work and what little my baby daddy’s parents provide. I shouldnt have to stay in this relationship just to survive these days. Im just so tired and over it all

My husband won’t f me until I “earn it back.” It hurts like hell.

My husband (34M) and I (35F) have two beautiful children, ages 5 and 8. My husband is a police officer, and as such, works long stretches of time.

When he’s home, he doesn’t have the “bandwidth” to be a husband or father, and mostly sits in his computer chair, drinks, and watches TikTok. Holding a conversation is nigh impossible. I can see the pain in his eyes anytime he has to interact with me.

The last good thing we had together was intimacy in bed. Yesterday, he decided last minute not to come to a birthday party with us because I was “being annoying” for asking him if I could have one Saturday a month to myself. He rolled his eyes and said, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

I ended up taking both the kids alone, which is always sketchy because our son has autism and tends to wander. About fifteen minutes into the party, sure enough, my son bolted. I had to call 911. The birthday party turned into a search party. It was an absolute mess. I was an emotional trainwreck. Thank God we found him, about a 45 second walk from the building we were in.

When my husband caught wind of what happened, he called me a slew of names, and then informed me, until I “got my shit together” he wouldn’t sleep with me. My love language is physical touch, so he knows how much this hurts. He’s already taken affection away. No more spontaneous kisses, no compliments, no tucking my hair behind my ears and kissing my neck.

So now, no f-ing, too. Last night, I think he was dreaming, because he pulled me to him, I could feel his hardness against me, and he put his hand down my pants. I whispered, “What about your boundary?” He said, “Oh, okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Then he turned over.

I ask when we can f again. He said when I “earn” it. I asked how I can earn it, and he said, “By not being a b**** to me and watching your kids.”

I’m sorry this is lengthy. I’m in so much pain. How starved can a person be? No intimacy for who knows how long.

Thank you for listening.

I love to eat my girlfriend out but she refuses and I have to beg her to let me do it.

So as the title speaks for itself I love the art of eating her out down there and would do it everyday, several times a day if I could.

But when asking my gf to do it she is a bit reluctant maybe rolling her eyes or me having to convince her but she ultimately says yes.

I’m extremely good at it and have made every girl, including her, finish every time while doing it so I know my skill level isn’t the issue.

Being used to girls begging me to go down on them to all of a sudden nothing is annoying to say the least.

She also knows that I love it and I don’t need to have any PIV to be satisfied, I just want to drown in her juice!

For a bit of context we’ve know each other for a while (About 7 years) and have been active in bed with each other 5 of those years.

We have been apart for 2 years and are now dating now for a little over a month. I’m 28 and she is 48, also I can take harsh words so appreciate not holding anything back. Thank you guys!

Netizens’ comments

1. As a man who loves to go down on his girl. I have realized that dating a woman who doesn’t like it is a deal breaker for me.
2. It can’t be said enough that there’s some really entrenched societal stuff that makes women hate their bodies and think their genitals are gross. She is also a bit older so it’s possible this runs deeper for her than someone the same age as you.
3. I love it as much as you. If my partner wouldn’t be into it and wouldn’t be with her.
4. Honestly, my partner is good at it too but I just don’t like oral. Makes me feel too “in the spotlight”, self conscious, I get into my own head and just end up not enjoying it.
5. As a woman, the main point for me on this is – she is reluctant to let you do it, she is being pressured into it. Even if she comes (since she’s already there she might as well enjoy it), the fact that she’s been pressured to be in that situation will linger on for her.
   She’s obviously insecure about her body, as many women are for a number of reasons, and it’s a hurtful yet super common experience in a woman’s life to have a man overlook her insecurities or minimize them in order to get his pleasure.