I paid off my boyfriends 10k debt by sleeping with the guy whom he owed money to and letting him finish inside.

Before I was married, my boyfriend picked me up from work in his van that he used for work one night, after my shift at work.

Soon as I got in I could tell he was upset or worried about something and there was another guy in the back of the van.

He goes on to tell me he owed this guy 10k and that he was hoping I could help him repay it. I guess the guy he owed the money to always liked me and told my boyfriend he would clear the debt if he could f me.

I was shocked when he said this but also got really turned on thinking that someone would clear off 10k just to f me once, made me lowkey feel like the hottest woman on earth.

I started getting interested in it but played it off and pretended as if I totally didn’t want to do this. I looked at the guy in the back and told them both I would do it one time cause I loved my boyfriend at the time .

I crawled into the back of the van and slid my panties down under my skirt. I slid next to this guy and we got nasty at the back, my boyfriend watching from up front the whole time .

While he was f-ing me I could hear over my shoulder my boyfriend breathing harder.

The guy only lasted a few min and he exploded inside me. Then before I could even turn around my boyfriend was behind me and said “my turn” before he had a go in me.

He lasted even less than the other guy, I guess they both just thought this situation was so hot they couldn’t handle it.

Anyway by the end, we drove home and the guy confirmed that my boyfriend’s debt was cleared.

Telling my sister she is required to wear a bra at my wedding

I love my sister. And truthfully when I say required I’m obviously not going to kick her out if she doesn’t wear one but like she really really really needs to.

My sister is well endowed and hates bras. When she’s wearing certain items like baggy t-shirts it’s not so noticeable but in the dress (that she chose, I just gave her a color) she’s wearing in my wedding it will very very obvious she’s not wearing a bra and one wrong move and she could be flashing everyone.

Not only does it look bad, but it’s also borderline inappropriate.

I told her let’s go shopping and she can try a bunch of different ones, I even found a boutique in our area because stores carry very few options in her size and said I’d pay for whatever she picked out.

Now she’s saying I’m playing into stereotypes. I’m saying that there’s a good chance if you dance too hard in this dress your bewbs are going to pop out.

The dress has a low cut made with two panels that criss cross. It is too tight so the panels cover her bewbs “in half” if that makes sense, with half exposed and half not, and when she walks in the dress her boobs shift towards the exposed center so that she is constantly pulling the material back over and tucking them in.

Also, it’s not about my sisters cleavage looking better then mine. She’s my sister, I want her to look fantastic. I’m going to be wearing a bright white dress, I’m not worried about people not seeing me.

If she had smaller bewbs it wouldn’t be an issue with this dress. If a man were to come to my wedding with his nips exposed he would be kicked out as well.

My 15y.o sister has the habit of takings things from my bedroom and keeping them or losing them. My father has talked to her, punish her, make her pay them back but she just doesn’t listen, my mom always takes her side and makes excuses for her. My dad had enough so he bought me a small safe (against my mom’s wishes) and I keep some jewellery, make-up, my diary and gifts from my boyfriend.

My BF comes from a upper-class family and he’s always buying me stuff, most of it gets stolen by my sister but the most precious gift I have for him is an iPad pro he gave me for my birthday on feb 14. I love to draw, is my hobby, my form of expression and how I relax. I used to do it in my laptop, but since he gave me the iPad now I can do it in my free time during classes, in the train, the garden, I have more options now. he also made a custom case that he paint with a lot of things for me. When I’m out of home I leave it in my safe because is one of the only things I didn’t want to lose. And to be honest I don’t want my sister putting her hands on it.

I spent two days at my brother’s apartment planning my lil sister’s birthday party, when I came back I went to take the iPad to sketch some ideas but I only found the case. I thought I had leave it somewhere else but I was sure I didn’t, I also never took the case because is my favorite thing, I looked around my whole room, my dad’s office and everywhere, since I’m usually there all the time. I also called my bf and asked if I left it in his house but he said no. When my family came back I was awfully crying in the kitchen.

My dad asked what happened and I told her that I couldn’t find my iPad. My mom said very lazily ”your sister lost it in the train yesterday”. I asked what and she said ”Your sister took it to school and lost it. Accidents happen, let it go”. I was actually livid, I said that my sister opened my safe (dunno how) and STOLE my tablet. My mom told me to shut up and to never call my sister a theif again, my dad got involved and after much fighting he said that my sister had to pay me back,

my sister just said that she didn’t had money and attempted to go to her room so I told her that I’ll take the money for her party and just keep it for my iPad, she came right at me and told me that I couldn’t do it, my mom sided with her and demanded the money but I said ”No, she owes me. I get to keep it” and ran to my room.

My father said that I could do it and buy another one, my brother transferred the money a few hours ago , my sister has been crying because she just lost her sweet sixteen party and says a tablet is worth much less than that.

My brother is coming home in around 20 min to talk to my parents, I don’t know why but it might be about my sister. My bf is also on his way here to install a new safe for me.

I am a fresh uni grad in computer science, and I’m going to be selling everything and taking an opportunity to move to a country I have been interested in and loved for a very long time.

Don’t worry, I have a very solid structure in place so despite being a huge risk, it is mitigated quite heavily.

Namely, my parents agreeing to take me back in should I come crawling back lol, as well as other things.

I have to say though, after dreaming of this moment for so many years, it’s almost terrifying to face it. I speak the language well enough, so I’m not worried there, but just taking such a risk to move to a place I’ve never been is a thought that brings with it a plethora of emotions all at once.

Yes I know, my life won’t change much, I’m not disillusioned. I’ll live the same life with a multitude of daily problems just as I do here, but I’ll be there to explore and take advantage of my younger years to see my dreams become reality.

Pursue your dreams people. Even when things are excruciating, remember the things that you dreamed of as a kid. Every so often those dreams really do become reality.

Wishing every single one of you an extraordinary day/night!

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He used to flick me in the mouth when he didn’t like what I was saying

I felt like such a child and I hated it I don’t know why it stands out to me more than anything else he did.

One small thing would end up with him going way over the top and staring at me while I was stunned on the floor.

He used to laugh to himself and say things like “I can’t believe I ended up with someone who looks like you, I thought I had such higher standards”.

He would never laugh at anything I said or validate it even if he thought it was funny or agreed with me, I would have to say that somebody else said it to get any credibility.

If I was good at anything in front of anybody else he was outwardly demeaning and negative about it. If I had an opinion about anything that he couldn’t ‘outsmart’ or something he would lose his mind and we would have an argument over it. He lost it over me disagreeing that aliens came to Earth.

He was an extremely violent and dehumanizing person in so many ways yet him flicking me in the mouth is what I remember most and what I’m most embarrassed about.

I hate that as a woman I have to be afraid of how insanely likely it is that I will fall into a relationship like this again if I don’t stress about it enough to catch the signs of an oncoming predator.

I have no idea how to approach dating again because of how afraid I am of this kind of nonsense happening again. And I hate how resentful I am about that.

I hate that I feel bitter over being a woman because of how common this is. Not even like 1 in 10 type common, like being robbed or something, like 1 in every 3 men will hurt you and not care (or even notice).

If I overlook two or three behaviors I could be in serious danger and I hate that men just have no idea that this is a thing.

It’s always that “I didn’t do enough”, “I’m just naive” or “just don’t stand up for myself”. I just “let it happen”.

Not only do I have to face the humiliation of what I went through just by thinking about it and coming to terms with it having been real, but now I have to answer to whoever I end up with next.

Which means now I have to factor in trying to find someone who understands this. Not only does that make dating a meticulously exhausting process, but a cripplingly disappointing one.

I don’t know. This ended up more angry than I intended. I don’t know where else to get this out of my system, thanks for sitting through it if you did. Being a woman is such a scam.