A netizen shared how he slept with an older woman years ago before he met his girlfriend, and was horrified to find out that the woman he slept with is his girlfriend’s mother.

Here is the story:

“I slept with my girlfriend’s mom 2 years ago. I can’t tell her because I know she’ll dump me and it’ll probably end her parents’ marriage.

So let me first just say, I’m not the one in the wrong for this but I have to say it somewhere. It’s eating me alive.

2 years ago I met this woman while I was working as a personal trainer. She was in her 40s and looked like a 25-year-old.

She took an interest in me and invited me out a number of times and we slept a few times. After one of our meetups, she said it was wrong for someone of her age to be with me because I was too young and changed gyms.

My girlfriend and I have been together for just under a year. She’s amazing and I love her so much. 2 months ago I met her family for the first time and it was a shock. Like she took me to the house where I had hooked up with a woman and I felt like I was being pranked.

Before I see her mom it hits me. I have a type and they both fit that type so it makes sense, I’ve been hooking up with a single mom and I’m now with her daughter.

Then her mom and dad pop out and we both almost s–t ourselves. I meet her parents, they’ve been married for 20 years, I realize I had been a married woman’s boy toy, I feel incredibly ashamed.

Later that week her mom finds my number and tells me that I can never speak of what happened. She says that my girlfriend will hate me forever because I’ll be the one who broke up her parents. So now I’m stuck keeping this secret.

She invited me to spend thanksgiving and with her family and since my family is 1000 miles away and I already told her I don’t plan on going home I don’t really have an excuse to not go.

So now I’m going to have to sit there at a table and enjoy thanksgiving dinner with the woman I had an affair with, her husband, and her daughter whom I am now in love with.

Help.”

Editor’s note: What. The. Fudge.

A girl shared how she found it hard to socialize and she felt lonely, so she hired a male prostitute to hug her and tell her that he cares.

Here is the story:

“I’m an introverted girl, I had one boyfriend who cheated on me 8 months ago and since then found it incredibly difficult to socialize. Not that many people made an effort.

I’m simple, I dont have social media, I have a few friends but they don’t really speak to me much. I’m average-looking. Pretty insecure since my breakup.

I’m still in school and on weekends work part-time to make ends meet.

I dont know, I felt really lonely, so I knew of a guy who works with me who told me his friend is working as a male escort. I found him on Facebook and he told me how much he charged.

Also asked me a bunch of questions about if I have STDs. I never planned on sleeping with him I just didn’t want him to find me weird.

Anyway we met at a hotel, I told him I didn’t want to sleep with him, I just wanted to be held and given words of affirmation and care. He agreed and I paid him.

I gave him flashcards. They all said things like I’m proud of you, you’re doing so well, you’re strong, did you eat, are you okay, I know you can do it, etc etc.

And he just held me as i laid in his arms and burst into tears, sobbing on his chest until our hours were up and then I bolted and I feel so ashamed and had to tell someone. But I don’t have anyone to talk to so there’s that.

Editor’s note: This might be the saddest thing I’ve ever read.

A netizen shared how he was singing at his home and his neighbour then called him to tell him to stop singing.

He is feeling embarrassed because he is usually very serious in the day and now he feels awkward seeing his neighbour.

Here is the story:

“My neighbor called me to stop singing at 1:50 AM because they want to sleep and I really don’t know where to hide my face.

So I was having one of those fake concert tours where I imagine myself singing in front of a crowd while I play my fav songs in my headphones.

Everyday, I spend about 1 hour or 2 pretending that I am the singer of the song I’m listening to with my headphones. I just pretend I am a good singer and act it out. Sometimes I even dance and pretend I’m good at it. Am I weird?

I really like MCR, you know the song that goes “sing it for the boys Sing it for the girls Every time that you lose it sing it for the world Sing it from the heart Sing it till you’re nuts Sing it out for the ones that’ll hate your guts Sing it for the deaf Sing it for the blind Sing about everyone that you left behind Sing it for the world Sing it for the world”

I usually just mouth the words and high notes so I don’t usually make noise.

I guess this time I got really into it that I started making those high pitch noises trying to hit the high notes, it was so high that my neighbor had to call me to stop making it.

I am very embarrassed, I am usually seen as a serious, quiet man.

I hate myself.

I am usually very serious in daytime so It’s gonna be awkward seeing my neighbor tomorrow.”

Netizens comments

• So what man just enjoy being yourself never get embarrased about it, just try to do it in a daytime that way no unwanted calls

• Seriously though… you are embarrassed because you were doing something private and you feel exposed…. They don’t know what you were doing… like the walls can’t be that thin? Maybe you were watching a YouTube video over and over.

A netizen shared a story about his ghostly experiences during his basic military training during his NS days.

Here is the story:

During BMT, stayed in the last bunk at the end of the corridor. Bunk door frequently opened and closed even though there was no strong wind, personally confirmed, I walked through the door as it opened by itself and there was no strong wind enough to move the door. In the end we resorted to locking the bunk doors before sleeping.

Also on one night, all of us were tucked into bed and was just talking and falling asleep one by one. And then one of the chairs that was tucked in the table(right in front of my bed and I sleep on the lower bed) dragged out by itself and I could hear the screeching noise of the chair.

I was like wait isn’t every tucked in bed so I sat right up and looked and everyone was in bed so I immediately asked them “errr guys anyone heard that? I think the chair came out by itself” and apparently everyone was scared and kept quiet(I found out the next day) so I felt uncomfortable and went to push the chair back in and went back to sleep.

The locker of the bed next to me(on my right) was always found open in the morning, even though it was shut tight. I saw it opening once when I woke up in the middle of the night and closed it then it was back open in the morning(even though the guy was still sleeping)

Before BMT graduation, the guy using that locker opened up to us that he was having bad dreams and hearing voices throughout the entire stay, but was afraid that it would it make things worse so he didn’t tell anyone( he was aware that I was always trying to investigate though ), he also apparently saw things in the locker mirror as it opened up to face him.

Anyway, it explains things a lot, he was always sleep-deprived and overslept for some reason and was unwell most of the time. I really wonder what I would’ve done if I was the one who slept on his bed? Maybe lock the lockers before going to bed, or shutting the lockers each time as it opened in the middle of the night? But well I can imagine locking it and hearing the locker just jerking around in the middle of the night trying to open, just send chills up my spine thinking about it.

Editor’s note: Firstly, I just want to say… M.R LOH! WHERE GOT TIME.

A woman shared how she is in constant pain because of her huge chest, and that her ribs, neck and back are always hurting.

Here is the story

I am in constant pain because of my big chest.

I’m 23 y/o, I’ve always had a big chest. People at school always told me they wanted my chest and that they wish they had what I have.

What they don’t know is that I’m in constant excruciating pain. My ribs hurt, my neck hurts, my clavicles hurt the most, my upper back is tired all the time, I literally cannot straighten my upper back properly anymore. My lower back is in pain too all the time. I’ve tried losing weight but my chest size only decreases a little.

I also find it hard to lose weight. I had lost a lot of weight but gained it all back as soon as I got on birth control. I’m exhausted all the time. I look at myself in the mirror and hate every inch of me.

I have several options medical but realistically I can’t afford them. I have a full time job and a small business on the side but still, I don’t make enough to save money at this point. I’m just writing this to vent. I feel like I can’t tell anyone how much pain I am in. My pain is so unbearable and frustrating.

Netizens comments

I feel your pain. Mine are huge as well. I’m waiting until after I’ve had kids and I’m getting them reduced (and lifted). Screw this back pain, constant slouching and the worst thing, old men staring.

A girl shared how she had to comfort her boyfriend after she told him that she wanted him to please her, and he then started crying.

Here is the story

I’ve been seeing this guy for a few months and until this week, it’s been great. He’s affectionate, fun, super attractive, makes me feel good about myself. It’s been by far the “easiest” dating experience I’ve had, meaning no insecurity about why he’s not answering or if he likes me or whatever, it’s just been secure and comfortable since the beginning.

Right before I met him, I started a heavy hormonal treatment that made my libido drop, so I was a bit nervous to see how it would be to date someone.

When my drive suddenly disappeared, it made me more aware of my own desires and I’ve come to a realization that in my relationship with men, I’ve always prioritized their pleasure over everything else.

intimacy has been really important to me as well, but I feel like I have some blockages when it comes to truly embodying my own needs and wants

Getting intimate with him, in the beginning, was actually really nice, but slowly it has started to feel off. He feels more and more focused on just his own pleasure. So, after he finishes, it stops.

I tried bringing this up for the first time around a week ago, in the most gentle way even though I was hurt and feeling vulnerable, but I didn’t feel heard. He even laughed “what are you doing?” when I tried to suggest I wanted to continue in some other form (than penetration).

Then the situation repeated the day after. He made a lackluster attempt on pleasuring me for some minutes after he came, before saying he got “tired”.

I replied that that’s why I feel hurt, because I feel like I need to ask him to be interested in me, while I do so much to make him feel good.

I said that climaxing has never been the “end goal” for me and that I don’t want to be intimate in that way, I’m more interested in exploring what feels good and each other’s bodies, so he shouldn’t feel any pressure on making me reach climax – I just want curiousness.

I tried to express my feelings in a non-harsh way, but during the conversation, he suddenly got really small and rolled up into a ball against my chest and looked like he was about to cry.

I ended up laying there and comforting him for an hour. I think I also needed comfort, but instead, I had to be the one who took care of him.

I also know now I should maybe have waited to say this until we were in a different setting since it’s a vulnerable topic, but I was hurt and frustrated.

And sad, because communication around this is so important to me and so far we’ve just been unable to do so. We’ve continued to be intimate every day since this and it’s improved a little bit but also not. I usually wake up to him wanting to get intimate and then it’s all about him.

I suspect somehow that his reaction was also the result of some sort of wound or trauma from the past and that’s why I want to tread carefully. I don’t know what to do, I want this to work out but it’s draining me because now I feel like I need to figure this out for the both of us and that’s not possible either.

A woman shared how she has been sleeping with her husband’s best friend ever since he died, and that she is in love with him.

Here is the story

My husband died about 5 months ago. I’m not over him, I never will be.

We were deeply in love and we had been for over a decade. We had plans and dreams that we wanted to achieve together, we supported each other and I thought we were happy, until he suddenly died.

His best friend started coming over a lot to check on me, he started taking care of things around the house. I started cooking for him.

He started coming straight to my home after work, I’d wash his clothes and make him dinner, then we’d hang out, watching shows or sharing hobbies.

About two months after my husband died, his friend and I started an intimate relationship. We’re not a couple or anything, just friends with benefits, but I do love him.

Neither of us are looking for a real relationship so whatever this is, is good enough for me. I feel almost happy when we kiss.

I don’t compare him to my husband because they’re two different people and no one will be who my husband was.

I don’t know what all of that says about me, especially since I initiated the intimacy. If my husband was here, this never would have happened. But he’s not, he left us both.

Colleagues instigate my girlfriend to shave her head

I have been in the company for 6 years and I joined since I graduated. I am a sale engineer. My girlfriend who I met at work, is the admin of my department.

She is beautiful and has a very gentle and easy-going personality. We plan to hold a wedding in the middle of next year. Since I joined the company, I have actively participated in the company’s volunteer services (volunteer services), and then I also organize one or two event every year. Our boss also likes to do voluntary activities, and often calls on other employees to participate and support me. My girlfriend has been supportive and participate in my event. Many people don’t wish to volunteer (its ok); they think I’m flattering the boss and purposely pick on me at work. In fact, I have been participating in the Volunteer services club since I was in university, and honestly, I don’t do it for any return.

In end July this year, 5 close colleagues and I decided to hold a CCF “Hair for Hope” in the company to raise fund for children with cancer. Only the few of us decided to support by shaving our heads. There are also many colleagues who donate. But apart from the six of us, no one else shaves their heads. It’s not compulsory. The boss also appealed. Some female colleagues in the company began to encourage my girlfriend to support me, telling her to bravely shave her head. Under their repeated instigation, my girlfriend began to waver and began to think seriously. My girlfriend’s hair is not very long, but it had past her shoulders, not to mention that we will start taking wedding photos at the end of the year. Her Hair will not grow in time. I told her that there is no need to pay attention to the malicious instigation of others. These colleagues mentioned it to the boss, and suggested that we can be a role model for the sales department. Maybe a brochure with us as a bald couple. The boss thought it was good idea, and persuaded my girlfriend to her head as well. Now my girlfriend agreed to shave her head and do the good deeds. She kept reassuring me, saying it okay, her hair will grow very fast. I think she must be very scared in her heart.

Should I stop my girlfriend from shaving her head?

Here are what netizens think:

• No offenses but shaving bald does not support cancer patients. It’s really useless event as cancer patients need to buy their own wig. Not as if with this event, every patient is given 1 free wig. So 1 less head won’t make a difference. Just donate money blah. I rather donate money to Hospice. They really take good care of patients at a very subsidised rate.

• Ever heard of a wig? Most people can’t tell the difference if it’s a good wig. But to be fair, you can’t really tell her what to do with her own hair (you can state your preference but that’s about it).

• Can wear a wig. Comes in a variety of styles, she can even try something new. But seriously, just share with her your concerns and see what she thinks. Why would what WE think matter at all? It’s about her, focus on HER.

Is it a red flag ?

My boyfriend and I just reached our 1st year anniversary not long ago this month. He does spend time with me from time to time, after his work whenever he is free. Supported me emotionally and mentally when no one was there. For now, he seems to be the guy I would want to spend my life with. (Yeah, I fell crazy in love like never before)

However, I’m not sure whether it is a red flag on these pointers:

1. I realised that he doesn’t post me much on his social media (he only uses Facebook & Instagram). If so, it would just be the food we ate or the scenery around us and my face would be one out of the instagram stories he took. He wouldn’t even post me with him or put me on his highlights or feeds on Instagram & Facebook.

2. When his work starts at 12pm or 1pm the next day, he would go home around 10pm or 11pm when he hangs out with me. BUT, when he hangs out with his friends, he would hang out til 1-3am then go home.

3. Not sure if he is still a gambler, but I’ve caught him a few times sending hundreds to some random account and having high values of transactions out of his bank account (Don’t ask me how I know, I cant expose here). I tried asking his day to see whether he would tell me if he gamble, but everyday he told me he 100% never gamble already.

So, the big question is it a red flag ? Am i blinded by love ? I’m really lost and confused right now. I need some advice but I’m scared to tell anyone around me because everyone loves him. Telling them, would destory his good image.

Idk how to start this story but basically it has been a decade since I graduated from secondary school, and I was bullied by a department of teachers who really screwed with me mentally, one teacher in particular kept purposely losing my homework and was against me just because she didn’t want to accept that I wanted to practice math instead of her subject even tho I was getting distinctions for her subject and failing math months before O level. There were so many personal incidents with her but no one had the balls to call my parents because they knew they were straight up bullying an 16 year old and will get in trouble if my parents were involved. I never told my parents because I didn’t want trouble, shit would’ve hit the fan hard.

She was in my suicide note. I didn’t do it because I had 2 other teachers counsel me and TLDR, they saved young me from doing something stupid and irreversible.

I’m going to go back as a distinguished alumni soon and I want to personally thank the teachers who saved me. But I also have half a mind to confront the entire department of teachers when I get there. I’m not mature enough to let it go. I almost died because of them and I want them to live with that fact. Whether they have the heart to care or not, I don’t care. I just want them to know they nearly killed someone, whatever reflection, introspection, emotion that comes after is their own problem.

10 years late, but I will confront them nonetheless. If you’re a student currently being bullied by your teachers, don’t give up. Stand up for yourself if you can. They are not gods, nor naturally deserving respect because they are our teachers. They are not worth giving up your life for. Work hard, things will get better.

And revenge is a dish best served cold. Mine has been cooling for 10 years.