I never expected that my husband would be the type to cheat. We had been married for almost a decade and our relationship had always been strong.

We had gone through our fair share of ups and downs, but never anything so serious. When I found out that he had been unfaithful, I was devastated.

My husband had always been a bit of a free spirit, so I had grown used to him going out with his friends and having a good time. But it wasn’t until one of his friends confided in me that I knew something was wrong. She told me that he had been cheating on me for months and that she had seen the woman he was seeing.

I was crushed

When I confronted my husband, he tried to deny it at first, but eventually, he admitted to the truth. He said he was sorry and that it had been a mistake. I wanted to be able to forgive him, but I couldn’t. I felt betrayed and hurt.

My husband then tried to feign ignorance and claim that he had “memory loss” after getting caught cheating. He said he didn’t remember the details of what had happened. He was trying to evade responsibility and I had no choice but to believe him.

I tried to forgive him, but I just couldn’t. I felt like he was taking advantage of my trust and that he was only sorry because he had been caught. I was angry and hurt. I started to question our entire relationship.

Had I been blinded by love or was I just naive?

Eventually, I made the grave mistake of giving him another chance. Despite knowing that he had betrayed me, I foolishly believed that redemption was possible. Little did I know, his deceitful nature remained unchanged, and it became painfully evident as time passed.

We embarked on a journey to rebuild what was shattered, a mirage of trust that we desperately clung to. We spoke of open communication and honesty, but those were mere words devoid of substance. The wounds he inflicted ran deep, and the scars served as a constant reminder of his treachery.

The process was agonizingly slow, like slogging through a swamp of doubt and anguish. Every step forward felt like trudging through quicksand, with doubt and suspicion enveloping us. The fragile façade of forgiveness I wore masked a lingering resentment that tainted our every interaction.

My husband’s feeble attempt to feign ignorance when confronted with his infidelity only added insult to injury. It was clear to me that he knew the magnitude of his transgressions and sought to evade accountability. His hollow apologies echoed hollowly in the recesses of my wounded heart.

My family was oppressive and strict and when I met my boyfriend, he helped me. He helped me realize I was being treated horribly and I left. They disowned me and I moved in with my boyfriend. It’s been 2 years. Things were good but it got weird.

He doesn’t want me to get a job but he gives me an allowance, but it’s not much. It’s $50 a month.

I like to paint and I can only afford some painting supplies because it’s expensive. I know I shouldn’t complain because it’s his money but I don’t have leftover money to buy anything else.

Sometimes he takes me shopping for clothes but he only buys me like one thing and that’s it.

He always goes out with his friends and doesn’t invite me anymore. He used to bring me along. Well, he invites them over sometimes. But I get bored and lonely at home when he goes without me

A few days ago, I went to see some old friends. I came home at 3 am because we were having fun and I didn’t want the night to end.

When I came, he was awake and angry at me because I left without washing the dishes and I came home late. I was confused why he was so mad I came home late and

I was also drinking so I spoke to him rudely without realizing my tone and he twisted my arm for being disrespectful

I’m bored. I paint or watch Netflix all day and when I told him that, he just asked if I want to have a baby. I’d want to get married before having children. And I don’t want a baby right now.

Sometimes our intimacy is bad and he doesn’t do the stuff I like anymore. We had a talk about it and he promised he would give me more attention but we did it today and he didn’t change at all. He had to go to work but still.

I feel like he doesn’t love me anymore. We don’t cuddle or have nice moments like we used to

He doesn’t like leftovers and wants fresh meals every single day

“I matched with a guy on Coffee Meets Bagel and I am wondering if he is even interested in me or is just meeting me to satisfy his loneliness.

I made the initiative to match with him and say hi to him, and we exchanged our contacts on telegram.

We have loads of fun chatting with each other and I made the initiative of asking him out to watch a movie and had dinner together, and we met up for the first time yesterday and I could somehow sense that he was disappointed that I wasn’t up to his expectations?

I have posted unedited photos of myself and didn’t lie about my height, and from photos, I think that he should know that I am definitely not someone who is tall, skinny nor looked like an influencer type, so I was disappointed when I happened to peep at his phone during our dinner, and he was texting to his friend that he wanted to leave the dinner with me as he was disappointed at me being short, ugly, fat and disgusting.

I pretended that nothing had happened and we chatted like close friends as we got to knew each other more. I told myself that maybe he is just joking only and would delete the message after that.

The day after the date, he had blocked me on telegram, and he left me with a message which stated that he had enjoyed the movie and dinner, but he was upset at himself for being so judgmental as he could not stand being with someone who is like a dinobu, and he admitted that he was being polite throughout the dinner and just treated me as a friend, and just leave me hanging like that.

I was so angry and shocked at his reaction that I spent the rest of the day in my room, trying not to cry but I just can’t believe that a decent man like him could treat woman like trash.

I am now having doubts if I could get serious and decent men on dating apps, and looking back, maybe I should called him out directly on the dinner itself if he truly feel that I am short, ugly, fat and disgusting instead of texting to his friend and wanted ‘help’ to escape from me.”

I lost my job a few months ago and was on a downward spiral, my savings were getting depleted very quickly and my job search was going nowhere.

The nail in the coffin was when I received the news that my mother was diagnosed with stage 1 cancer, which is curable, so there’s some semblance of hope.

My girlfriend of 4 years also told me that she wanted to break up with me because she felt like our relationship was going nowhere.

I felt hopeless in life, as though everything was coming to an end in the worst possible way, and I desperately needed an outlet, or at least something to make myself feel good.

And I was down to my last cent, I couldn’t even afford to top up my ezlink card to go for job interviews, that’s how bad it was.

I borrowed about $600 from a friend to tide me over, and I went out for some drinks and to just distract myself for a little while.

After drinking, I decided to book an escort to “release” some stress. This Thai woman charged me $600 for an overnight session, but I managed to haggle the price down to $500.

We slept together that night and we didn’t even use condoms, and the next morning I went home feeling a little better and confident, as I resumed my job search.

A few weeks later I started noticing that it burns when I urinate, and I was also oozing a little bit of pus.

So naturally I got worried, and I then went to get myself tested, and the results came back stating that I had both gonorrhoea and syphilis.

I thought to myself, “this cannot be happening”, how the f could I get two STDs at once, and why the f is this happening now, of all times.

I really don’t know what to do, I’ve been on medication ever since and nobody in my life knows about this yet.

My mother is sick, my girlfriend has already left me, I’m still jobless and now I have two STDs. If God wants to play a joke on me, he really played an epic one this time.

My former sergeant jioed me out to drink and have fun a couple of weeks ago, saying that he had a really fun place in JB with a lot of girls to accompany us.

It was a week long trip there and we were planning to drink for the whole week, going to KTVs, massage parlours, clubs, etc to make full use of the SGD-Ringgit currency high.

We reached JB and went to our hotel to settle down and put down our things before heading out.

So then we all took a taxi down to the ktv joint and the mummy brought us into one of the KTV rooms to settle in.

It was a club with girls of a few nationalities, from Malaysia, China, Vietnam to Thailand and even some Singapore girls.

We all drank fast and furious to get more buzzed before the girls came in because we wanted to loosen up and get our inhibitions down for the fun.

So after a while (don’t know why but the mummy took damn long) the “lineup” of girls finally came in wearing revealing outfits and we were very excited.

I didn’t really pay attention to the girls as I was trying to act cool, and just drinking slowly from the glass and looking at my phone.

I then looked up and to my horror, I saw my younger sister standing among the hostesses in a very low cut top.

I almost dropped my beer and asked her what the F was she doing there?

She then hurried out of the room as I followed her outside and confronted her about what she was doing there, and she said she just wanted to make some extra money.

I said this is not the way to make money, if she’s having money problems can always come and find me and I will help her out.

She then said she had to work, and we’ll talk about this when we get home, before walking away down the hallway.

I then went back to the room, and my friends asked me what was that all about, and I told them “that one my sister cb”.

They started laughing and said they wished they had chosen her, I said “you choose her ah, you try, see what happen”.

We then carried on with our night with the other girls, because since we are here already, might as well, but the whole night I couldn’t stop thinking what my sister was doing in the other rooms with the other men.

I reached home the following week and my sister could barely look me in the eyes and I also found it awkward to say anything.

I mean yes, she’s working as a hostess, but then from her POV, she just saw her brother visiting a KTV to drink with hostesses.

We haven’t spoken in a week since and frankly, I don’t know what to say…

Not being to get physically intimate with my disabled boyfriend is weighing on me

I (30f) have been dating my boyfriend (34m) for 6 years now. 4 years ago we went on a trip and got into an accident. He hasn’t been able to move from the neck down ever since.

My boyfriend hasn’t had any intimate desire since the incident. And of course I don’t blame him. But I also have needs too. He says he feels hurt if I touch myself or do anything without him.

Even if it’s in front of him. So to stay loyal to what he wants, I haven’t. I’ve never even been really into getting off but it seems to be the only option (if only he allowed it). He makes me feel dirty for my needs. I miss the intimacy we once had.

Am I wrong for thinking this is too controlling?

I overheard his mother saying to his father that if I left him then karma will make me paralyzed too. I don’t think his mom knows about the intimacy issues, but it is possible she overheard us arguing. Not that this has anything to do with my main issue of this post. Just adding this to vent.

I do feel like I want out of the relationship deep down. But how people would react like his mother, people in the community, and having to explain to loved ones that I left him would make people think horribly of me.

Especially since I couldn’t explain why due to it being explicit. And mainly picturing him just all alone just in his room doing nothing day in and day out if I left him.

It tears me apart. I just don’t want to be oppressed anymore. His mindset really seems like it’s only fair that if he can’t get intimate anymore then I can’t either even though he doesn’t desire it.

Just feeling trapped.

A netizen shared a story about how his friend set him up on a blind date with an older woman, and when he reached the place, he was horrified to see that it’s his auntie.

Here is what he said

For context purposes, I have always been attracted to older women. I am in my mid 20s.

I have a friend who told me that he has a colleague whom he described as being in her 40s and still looking very taut and beautiful.

He said that she has been single for more than 10 years and wants to put herself out there again, and so I thought why not, introduce us and we’ll see how it goes.

Reason being, I have been unsuccessful on dating apps, and can’t seem to find an older woman who swipes right on me.

Plus, I heard that older women are more experienced in bed and more wild and adventurous than their younger counterparts.

So he set us up on a blind date at a bistro/bar nearby, and I met up with my friend so that he could bring me to the cafe where he planned the meeting with her.

We walked in and he introduced me to the woman, whom I instantly recognised as my auntie, and I instantly lost the ability to talk because I was so shocked.

She was also shocked and asked what I was doing there, and my friend then cut in, you two know each other?

I told him “that’s my auntie wtf”, and he burst out laughing.

So I said never mind, since we are here, might as well grab a meal together since I’m hungry, forget about the date.

We grabbed some drinks as we talked about our lives before we left to eat some mala hotpot, and thank god my friend was there if not it would have been all kinds of awkward.

And she even paid for the bill lol.

Definitely an interesting night.

My bf and I have been dating for 2 years and he recently hinted to me that he is preparing to propose to me. I got to know him through mutual friends. He’s 8 years older than me. We love each other very much but I worry we may not be compatible in bed.

The issue is he is less keen in doing the deed with me than I am into him. I find myself initiating most of the time. Sometimes he rejects me or wants to stop after I’m done which I find is weird. But I know during the process he is really into it so I don’t know why he would be ok with just cuddling. I’ve talked to him about it and he said he loves me and he finds doing it is not so important now as we will have a lifetime together. Really? He’s my 2nd serious bf so I don’t have much experience to compare.

Everything else about him is great. He is filial to his parents and show many traits of being a great partner. He cleans the floor at home and his room is actually neater than mine. He hangs the laundry and fold/iron clothes like an expert and he also wash the dishes. He also knows how to cook. Career wise he has been upgrading himself and he was promoted earlier than his peers. I would say he is a highly self driven person. My parents like him a lot and already treat him like a son in law. I find that emotionally and spiritually we can connect very well. I’m very attracted to him mentally and physically. He’s also very fit as he is a sporty person.

He’s a very organized person. Other than work, he packs his day with courses, exercise, on top of spending time with me. Other times he also makes time to connect with his friends. Even when he is so busy, I never felt that he is giving me leftover time. He influenced me to want to improve myself too. I start to wake up early and exercise with him on weekends and join classes to upgrade myself. I really enjoy having him in my life, as a boyfriend and also as a friend.

I find he has very high EQ. Many times I didn’t mean to hint anything to him but he took my words and turned them into actions which made me feel very loved. Once I mentioned I couldn’t find a seasonal coffee anymore and he managed to get me some from overseas. Just one example of the many times he did something thoughtful.

I can imagine how it would be like living with him and I think I would really love it. I think if he propose to me, I would say yes. But intimacy wise I worry I may not be turning him on as much as he turns me on. Sometimes I feel hurt and find it hard to accept that he would reject intercourse. Would this be a major problem for us in the long run? I don’t believe he is cheating or have some hidden weird fetish or what so I’m considering that he just seems to have a lower drive than me.

My husband won $30k after hitting the first prize in 4D, he gave me $10k but gave his mother only $50.

For context purposes, their relationship hasn’t always been the best over the years. When he was growing up, she used to drink all the time and beat him up when she got drunk.

His father left him when he was 9 and he was raised by his grandmother, while his mother was almost never home, always hanging outside doing god knows what.

Anyway back to the story, so back in October 2019, my husband bought $10 Small 4D with my birthdate (07/12) and it came out 1st prize, and the winnings came out to $30K.

I didn’t know about it until after he had collected the winnings himself, cashed in the cheque and told me he had a surprise for me.

He gave me $10k, before bringing me out for dinner to celebrate the windfall. I asked him about his mother, about how much he gave her, because if I was the one who won the money, I would split it equally between him and my parents.

He said that he didn’t give her anything, which is understandable, given their strained relationship. So I badgered him to give her at least something, and he said ok, he will give her some money.

A few weeks later, we went to visit his grandmother and his mother was there, they (my husband and his mother) refused to speak to each other, so I struck up a conversation with her myself, afraid she would feel neglected.

I asked her if she knew about his windfall and she said ya, then i asked her did he give her any money? She said $50, and you should have seen how defeated she looked when she told me.

I felt really bad and that night, I transferred her half of my $10k and told her that it was from her son, but “he don’t want you to know that it is from him”.

She couldn’t stop thanking me through the phone and I could hear her sobbing happily, and it really warmed my heart.

Anyway all I can hope for now is that maybe one day they can reconcile and become a happy family again.

Wouldn’t dare to say this in person, but screw it. The happiest day of my life was the day my dad died
I am so happy he is gone and will never hurt me again, and for many years have had no outlet to express these feelings because nobody I grew up with (save maybe a couple people here or there who witnessed his temper firsthand) would ever believe me.

To them, he was a pillar of morality and a shining example of our community. When he died his funeral was packed out, with a bunch of people talking about how much he affected their lives and what a stand-up guy he was.

He was not. That monster beat me every day for years behind closed doors. He beat me until my legs and arms were raw, screaming in my face the whole time and hurling insults at me, telling me how horrible of a child I was, calling me a stupid brat and saying I wasn’t good for anything except prison. This started when I was a toddler and continued until he kicked the bucket when I was 14. Not once during that span of time did he ever let up. I was that sick psychopath’s punching bag so he could relieve his stress and resentment.

They don’t know about him force feeding me white vinegar, apple cider vinegar, and soap as punishment for the most inane, innocent childhood mistakes and when I vomited, forcing me to drink them again. They don’t know about how many times he screamed so loudly in my face my ears rang about how much of a cash drain I was, how I was the reason the family didn’t have any money and how I taxed their financial situation by being born and how all I am is a leech and a mooch off of him. They don’t know how many injuries I got, from him or in general, how many times I was sick or hurt and he refused to take me to the doctor or get me any medical care whatsoever, instead just laughing at me.

I guess I just wasn’t good enough for him. I wasn’t the “ideal” child like my sister. She failed a test, he shrugged and told her good job for trying. I got under a 90 and got the belt. Every time. When I would cry about the favoritism he would belt me more. I was gaslit for so many years regarding this and it was only when I was an adult that my extended family all confirmed that yes, she did receive disgusting preferential treatment and they all saw it as well.

The night before he died he was verbally attacking me like usual, telling me I was out of control and an ungrateful piece of crap and useless. He hadn’t belted me in probably a couple weeks because the last time he’d tried, I screamed back at him instead of just enduring it. He’d beat me because I hadn’t cleaned up after my sister like he demanded me to. I hadn’t washed her dishes and cleaned her area after she left the room looking like a hoarders episode. So he beat me and I didn’t say silent that time. I screamed and told him he was insane and that I would never clean up after my sister again and struggled and resisted instead of just taking it. I planned to yank the belt from him and hit him back the very next time he came for me, but it never happened because he died.

And I was so happy. So overjoyed that when my mom called with the news, I just cried out with relief while my sister went catatonic and was never the same. She was the only one he’d hugged and said “I love you” to the night before. No one else. Certainly not me.

everyone came out for the funeral. His coworkers, old buddies, randos I’d never seen before in my life who claimed to have loved him (?) I plastered on a sad face because if they knew how happy I was I’d have just gotten more mistreatment and judgment. But I was. I was so happy.

IIn the years after his death, my hair and nails started to grow in healthy, my skin cleared up, I lost weight, I began figuring out how to make friends and started living and thriving independently. I am, even today, absolutely mentally wrecked. But still so, so happy.

Once I was sitting down with a friend maybe a year after he passed and something came over me then, where I felt like I had to tell her what he was really like and what he did behind closed doors.

“But your dad was such an angel! No way he really did that.”

I never told anyone else ever again, until now.