My wife (35f) revealed to me (34m) during a playful debate that she told her best friend (34f) my manhood size. It’s been bothering me for a few different reasons.

1: When I was in my early 20s and casually dating, I worked at a restaurant with one of the girls I was seeing.

After we stopped seeing each other, she went on to tell a bunch of girls working there that I had a big manhood.

A few days later, I have a bunch of girls who were previously uninterested in me, now hitting on me.

This bothers me because it’s objectifying. I couldn’t articulate in my 20s why it bothered me, but now that I’m 30+ and understand the situation better, I realized why it irked me.

I have thoughts like, “if these women are only interested in my little brother, why wouldn’t they just leave me for the next bigger one?” So I never took any of them seriously.

2: My wife told her best friend, who we see often. And she’s married. And she’s flirtatious with me. I brought it up with my wife that she flirts with me, and my wife brushes it off, “that’s just how she is, that’s just her personality”.

Another time I tried to be more firm and said that, no, I really do think she wants to bang me and that my wife has blinders on because they’re best friends since middle school.

They are ‘ride or dies’. I also would hate for my wife to lose her only best friend over some dumb thing she said that I’m possibly blowing out of proportion.

I thought my wife was different, but when she told me she revealed my size to her friend, it just reminded me of the restaurant girls all over again.

I hate that a lot of weight on my value as a man is based on how big an organ is.

I know, it sounds like something out of one of those really bad netflix movies but it’s unfortunately for me true.

I was over at a friend’s house for most of the day yesterday, and I wasn’t supposed to be coming home until later in the evening.

Mid afternoon, we decided to go and just drive around, then wanted to go to shopping. I didn’t bring my money with me (I keep my savings in cash in this little jar so I don’t spend it so impulsively). We decided to go by my house to grab some cash on the way to the mall. When we got there, my friend waited in the car because I was only going to be a couple of minutes.

When I walked into my house though, my parents were on the couch. I don’t want to be too overly graphic about what was going on, but my mom was on my dad’s lap teasing him, and it was very clear that they were about to have intercourse.

They both froze when they saw me, totally expected because they didn’t plan on being interrupted at all. I was frozen too, then after a couple of seconds I realized my mom was literally wearing one of MY FAVOURITE DRESSES. Like I wear it all the time. Not even like it’s really revealing or anything, just a normal dress. We were all looking at each other in shock for a few seconds before my Mom just said “I’m so sorry”

I ran back out of the house, and was crying by the time I made it to my friend’s car. I started explaining to her what I had just seen and she was calming me down but then my mother came out of the house after me literally still wearing my dress. I told my friend to drive away before she got to the car and we went back to her house.

We didn’t give her parents any details about what happened, just that I had some family drama. I’ve been friends with her since way back, so they told me I can sleep at their house for a couple of days until I figure things out.

I barely slept last night at all, every time I close my eyes it’s like I see it in my head. My Mom’s called me a bunch of times, but I only texted her back to let her know where I am, and told her I need time before I’m ready to talk to them. She replied again apologizing, and wants me to come home today to talk to them. I don’t think I can do that yet, even typing this out I’ve started shaking with nerves about it.

What do I do now? I’ve never felt unsafe in my house before at all, but I also don’t know if I’m comfortable being around my parents now that I know that they’re literally pretending she’s me. I’m so grossed out, and I think I want to burn every piece of clothing I’ve ever owned.

Last week, I was made an Assistant Manager in my profession after spending 9+ years with this company. Over the 9 years, I stayed on while many turned in their letters. I took over more work when there were no replacements. When the promotion eventually came, many sent their well wishes and congratulations, but little do they know that I only received a meagre $150 increment with this promotion.

Feeling absurd and angry at myself for staying loyal when many who have moved on and are already way ahead in terms of pay scale.

Here are what others think:

• Actually all the work you have been doing for them in the past 9 years is AM job scope. Due to lack of people, they just decided to promote you to AM to keep you around, and anyhow entertain you by throwing you the extra $150 increment.Should know better about the company during your 9 golden years there whether they are the cheapskate ones or can really pay. Most importantly, $$$ > job titles these days. (if just compare the two)

• That’s why when my company want to promote me to assistant manager. I told them I’m not ready knowingly the additional workload and stress that come with it. And the increment is also nothing to shout about. I’m happy to remain as a senior.

• You got promoted, time to throw letters. You can put in your resume you’re a AM now. It weights higher

• I worked for a the same for around 9 years. First few years was great as increment was reasonably good but bonus was normal. After the 3rd or 4th year, we all stopped receiving increment and bonus as boss said company not making money. I don’t know why but I kept staying. 2 years before I resigned, I got “promoted” to assistant manager without even knowing until HR told me but no increment, just a change of title on name card and HR issued a letter for my acknowledgmentNot trying to compare, just sharing

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I (27M) lost my virginity at a massage parlor this past weekend. I went back to the same place yesterday and screwed with another woman

I knew about massage parlors for quite some time now and constantly had this feeling of just getting it over with and losing my virginity.

I knew about this specific place for about a year now and knew that they offered full service there. I went there on Sunday morning, right as they opened figuring that it would not be busy and I could get in and out of there quickly.

My heart was pounding out of my chest and I was probably the most nervous that I ever was, but I just went for it and went inside.

There was an older lady at the front desk and she took me to the back where I waited for about 5 minutes.

A beautiful woman in her 40s came in and took me to another room where she washed me and wiped me down. We came back to the room and she massaged me for about 20 minutes before asking me what I wanted to do. We agreed to a price for everything and got to it right away.

We did the act for about 20 minutes and she finished off the session by massaging my head. It was pretty awkward when we were both getting dressed and just having some small talk. She told me to come back and see her again.

Going back was all I could think about the past days and I went back yesterday evening after work. It was a bit more busy than it was on Sunday and I ended up getting a different girl. The experience was the same except I did’t get a shower and was cut short on time by about 15 minutes.

A netizen shared how she took a loan of about $5k to pay an “agent” of hers to bring her to Singapore to work as a KTV hostess.

Here is her story

“I am currently living in Ho Chi Minh, and I came to Singapore a few years ago for a short “work” trip to make some money before heading home.

I took a loan of about $5k and paid the agent, and the money included accommodations and etc for my time in Singapore.

After I reached Singapore, I had to start working to quickly raise the sum of money to repay the loan, as well as to pay for my living expenses.

The rest of the money, I saved up to bring back to Vietnam, for a better life.

At first i was very stressed because all I had at the back of my mind was the loan and wanting to pay off the loan as quickly as possible, so that the rest of the money that I took back was mine.

Working at a KTV is very tough, because I have to let the men touch me and I have to drink A LOT of alcohol each night.

But the only thing on my mind was money, and the money was very good.

On a good night, I can take back about $1k, if I provide extra services to the men, on top of the tips that they give us at the end of the KTV session.

I stayed in Singapore for about 2 months, and made a total of $40k, and after minusing the initial loan that I took to come to Singapore and all my other debts, I managed to bring back about $30k.

The money is too good to refuse, and I will be back soon.”

I (24F) out of practically nowhere, started feeling very down about my A cups. It’s gotten to the point where it’s almost all I think about, and I constantly look at pictures of other women with big chests and watch men online worship them. I know it’s not healthy but I feel a need to punish myself for my body “failing me”.

In other regards, my life is good. I only weigh 52kg, I have a decent face, but naturally brown curly hair, which I also feel insecure about because of my experiences being passed up for other girls. I have a decent job , my own apartment, 35K saved up, and a boyfriend who says I’m perfect to him. (Even though in the beginning he had an emotional affair with a girl)

But I still feel a loathing for myself. I feel like I don’t deserve to be loved by ANYONE, even friends or family, because I have a small chest. I am struggling with motivation to finish my degree, because I feel like there’s no point in putting effort into my life anymore if I don’t have big chests. I have contemplated ending it all and there are some days I just lay in bed all day with no motivation to eat, clean, or do anything because I feel like life is not worth living. I know this isn’t normal but I can’t shake the feelings off.

I also have been obsessively eating healthy and exercising twice a day because I feel like being skinny is all I have going for me. I feel guilty whenever I eat something indulgent or junky.

My boyfriend knows I’m struggling with this and he feels bad, but I never believe anything he says. I feel so disconnected from him sometimes even though I do love him. He comes onto me and touches and kisses my chest a lot, but it hasn’t healed my pain. I have even told him he should date other women so he doesn’t feel deprived of big chests but he refuses and says “f that, I only want you.”

But I always think about that girl he fell in love with the first few months we were dating, and how much prettier she was than me. My first boyfriend 7 years ago also left me for another girl. I feel like these experiences have permanently humbled me and I’ll always feel inferior to women with bigger chests.

I know this is a long stupid pity party, but I just don’t know how to overcome this. I’ve deleted Instagram and I try to stay off social media, but I still come across pictures of these women and compare myself to them. I’m struggling to find the confidence to continue with my life with my body.

Also, I don’t feel this way about other women with small chests, I actually find them very beautiful and worthy of love, just not myself.

I decided I’m not gonna take crap from anyone this day onwards

Since BMT, I’ve been fearful of officers & being out in public while in uniform. Becos of that, ppl hv taken advantage of me & gaslighted me as well. Always put me in fear.

After a recent talk back in camp with a officer, I decided that I ain’t gonna take shit from no one. Basically, a LTA from across the building kept calling out to me saying oi oi, ur jockey cap not aligned properly. I dunno what got into me, I called out to him, u from there u can see ah? u eagle ah? from so far u can see ah?

He got shocked by what I said. I didnt care anymore, didnt wait for his reply. I just left him to amuse himself. I was taken aback u know like omg did i rlly just do that?

Before my fellow ASA ORDed, he told me some of the officers in this camp like to flex on ppl & gaslight them. I didnt take his suggestions srsly, but after a couple of instances it happened to me, I was rlly like wtf. So I decided not to take shit from officers in camp.

Those officers who call me out, saying hello hello excuse me i talking to u, Im just gonna ignore them straight & not entertain them. Im not gonna be a puppet anymore. Unless it’s a safety issue or a protocol issue such as entering certain rooms or etc, then I’ll follow their instructions.

But if randomly I get called out in camp for no reason, I’m just gonna ignore them. Carry on with my day and not get my day ruined by some arseholes.

In uniform in public, there were a couple instances where ppl pushed me around. At first I was scared, if I said or resisted, I’d be on facebook or stomp etc. So the first instance was, I was standing in train near the door, where there’s the glass panel & a space for u to stand in.

The train wasn’t that crowded at 2pm, and some old lady bitch, kept sayign excuse me excuse me, so I was like wtf she want sia. I avoided her. But when she started shouting excuse me, I looked at her and I moved. She then went onto take my standing space at the glass panel. Wtf!

Last wk, another such instance. This time returning home from camp in train. Managed to find a seat in a rlly damn crowded train at 6pm. Sat down & watching youtube.

This guy guess in his 60s comes in and stands in front of me. Kept staring at me as if i owe him money. This woman I guess in her late 30s who was sitting beside me, nudged me & told me to give up my seat to the old man. I looked at her and asked her, why dont u give up urs? She didnt say anything at all. I just shut her up. What a hypocrite haiz.

Ppl hv nth btr to do but make u their puppets. Play with u. Im not gonna give them this opportunity anymore.

I realized that standing up for myself, it gave me a lot of confidence. It allowed me to not hate on myself everyday. This world is a dog eat dog world. From this day onwards, Im not gonna take shit from ppl. If ppl push me, Im gonna push back.

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!

Netizens’ comments

• This is great! What advice would you give others wanting to do the same?

• Congrats man!

To keep the story short, recently i drank with my girl best friend at my place and we were watching shows together. One thing led to another and we ended up making out and sleeping together while drunk

We have been friends for 6 years and she’s one of my closest friends. I would be lying if i said i hadn’t thought of wanting to “get it on” with her.

However, i only treat her as a very close friend and do not have any romantic feelings for her.

I feel that what we did that day was wrong and i feel now she is distancing herself from me.

I wanted to go and talk to her about this issue but she just keeps pushing me away and saying she’s busy. At this rate, i feel that our friendship is going to end and i will lose someone i treasure a lot.

I really need some advice now. Thank you

Netizens’ comments

• just back off. She’s probably confused and what the hell happened and doesn’t want to deal with you right now. The more you try to talk to her, the worse you’re making the situation. So… just back off.

• Give her some time to wrap her head about what happened and to consolidate her feelings. There’s no time limit anyone can give you but you just have to read the situation. The more you try to contact her, the further she’ll drift away. Go take some time to yourself and try to forget about it. When she’s ready to talk, she will

Nobody knows the truth about my relationship with my husband

I’ve (f28) been keeping it bottled up for years that my husband (m39) is the most thoughtful, generous, loving man I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

On top of being so smart and handsome, always making me laugh, and giving me hugs and kisses whenever I want — I feel a little embarrassed saying this — he spoils the shit out of me.

I rarely cook but live in a big city so any cuisine I want, I get. I do a fair amount of shopping with the credit card he pays for. He’s excellent at planning dates and vacations.

He’s a poet at heart and always says the sweetest, most beautiful things to me. He listens to and helps me with my problems, and supports all my dumb little dreams. I’m very sensitive and he always stops what he’s doing to comfort me. For being the breadwinner, he voluntarily handles a lot of the household chores. I’ve never had to nag him to take out the trash.

He’s the best partner I’ve ever had by far. We engage in mild PDA, but at home we can’t stay off each other.

Don’t get me wrong, we have our disagreements and he has the same blind spots a lot of straight men have. But he’ll admit when he’s wrong and he’s good at apologies.

I just love him so much and I don’t gush about him to my friends or post him online because I don’t want to seem like I’m bragging… So I try to tell him how much I appreciate him as often as I can. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to be with him.