My ex and I have a 13 years old daughter together.

Victim: “Erm, okay so I actually worked with him with some potential clientele before.

How it works is the standard shit of him saying he got a bunch of high-paying good potential clients ready for my company’s service.

And each of them requires some Deposit. Even though I knew he was a serial scammer actually, he really does have connections with some of them And I’m pretty sure they know he’s a fraud as well.

But during that time I thought that for my business maybe those people can really be my clients through him.

So I actually paid him a sum for his ‘referrals’. Then of course it went downhill , with him saying the usual bullshit like client not free, he no time etc. But he still constantly say he got more “referrals” asking for more business plans with me etc. Which of course I knew it’s total bullshit.

Tried to ask for those money back, which ends up the same as almost all the victims. He will avoid, change number, say Paynow is down, sometimes just admits he’s a loser etc.

And one more final attempt was him telling me to put money into his Scam Forex system so I can withdraw my money from there.”

I had been dating my girlfriend for two years, and things were going great. We had just moved in together and I was feeling more in love than ever.

Little did I know that one night I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

I was out with some friends one night and, as often happens when you’re in a bar, I ended up talking to a girl. She was cute and funny and we got to talking about our lives.

Eventually, she asked for my number and I gave it to her. I had no idea that she was my girlfriend’s sister.

The next day, I got a call from my girlfriend asking where did I go and how come I did not reply to her.

I had no idea what to do, so I kept lying and I told her that I was having drinks with my buddy and he was having a heart to heart talk with me.

That night, I met up with the girl again and we ended up back at my place. We had a few drinks and then we ended up in bed together.

I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t think about the consequences of what I was doing.

Two days later, I woke up to a text from my girlfriend. She had found out what had happened and she was furious.

Her sister had went home and said that she got to know a guy recently and had relations with him.

My gf was initially excited and asked her to show a photo and she showed my gf my Telegram profile pic.

That was when they discovered that I was cheating on my girlfriend with her sister.

She got infuriated and told me that she never wanted to see me again and that she was going to tell her sister the truth about our relationship.

I was devastated and I felt like my world was crashing down around me.

I tried to apologize and explain myself, but she wouldn’t listen. She said that I had broken her trust, and she was right

I had made the biggest mistake of my life and I had no one to blame but myself. I had to accept the consequences of my actions, even though I knew it would be hard.

I had to live with the guilt and the shame of what I had done.

I had made a terrible mistake and I was paying for it. I had to find a way to move on, but it was going to be a long and difficult process.

I was never one to take risks, especially when it came to my body.

I was always the “good girl” out of my group of friends, so when we decided to play a game of strip poker one night and coupled with a few drinks, I was nervous.

We were all in our early adulthood and curious about s- so it seemed like a fun way to fool around and explore.

I had never played poker before, but I figured I could learn the basics quickly enough. We all agreed that the stakes would be our clothes and whoever got the worst hand would have to take off an item of clothing.

I started off with a good hand and managed to keep up for a few rounds. But as the game went on, I kept getting worse and worse hands. Before I knew it, I was down to my underwear and my friends were still fully dressed.

My friends were all laughing and I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I wanted to stop the game, but I was too scared to speak up.

I was hoping that I would be able to get a better hand and stay in the game, but it didn’t happen. I was left with no choice but to take off the last item of clothing.

At that moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I was too embarrassed to look at anyone, so I just kept my eyes on the floor.

My friends were still laughing, but I was too embarrassed to even laugh along. I was humiliated and I wanted to just disappear.

Eventually we drank until a point where I could not remember what was going on and I woke up lying under the sheets with a little pain underneath.

It turned out that I had agreed to s- with a guy crush and I had lost my ‘V’ that day.

That was the story on how I lost my ‘V’.

When I first heard that my grandkids were using WhatsApp to stay in touch with each other, I knew I had to join in on the fun.

After all, I had been feeling a bit out of the loop when it came to their conversations, and I wanted to feel included.

Downloaded WhatsApp, learning it to communicate with them

I was determined to learn how to use the popular messaging app, so I went to buy a smartphone and I took the effort to go and download Whatsapp and learn how to use it.

A son of one of my friend showed me how to download and set up the app on my smartphone, and how to send and receive messages, media, stickers and so on.

I was so excited to finally start using WhatsApp to communicate with my grandkids.

However, the enthusiasm was short-lived.

My grandkids had ditched WhatsApp and moved on to telegram, saying that it was the ‘in’ app now and WhatsApp was outdated.

I felt so frustrated and left out. It took me a while to learn how to use WhatsApp as I was not tech savvy and there was no way I could keep up with the trend and learn yet another app.

Tried to persuade them to stay on WhatsApp

I tried my best to persuade my grandkids to stay on WhatsApp. I sent them messages reminding them of all the fun we had when I first joined the app, and how much I was looking forward to more conversations with them.

But it didn’t work. My grandkids were adamant about using Telegram and refused to switch back. I was so disappointed and crushed.

It felt like I was being pushed out of their lives, and that I wasn’t important enough to keep up with them. I had put so much effort into learning WhatsApp, and now it had all been for nothing.

Still, I tried to stay positive and continued to use WhatsApp to message my grandkids.

However, they took their time to reply me and always came up with the excuse that they do not on WhatsApp anymore because hardly anyone uses it now.

I felt like they did not want to keep in touch with me, their Grandma anymore.

Eventually, I gave up trying to keep up with my grandkids. I was so frustrated and exhausted, and I didn’t want to put any more effort into learning yet another messaging app.

I had already put in so much effort, and it felt like it was all for nothing.

So, I resigned myself to the fact that I would never be able to keep up with my grandkids, and that I was stuck in the past while they moved on to the future.

I still remember the first time I ever smelled my mum’s bra. I was around four years old, and I had noticed my mum’s clothes draped over the back of a chair.

I was intrigued by the strange shape of the garment and decided to take a closer look. As I got closer, I noticed a strong, sweet scent emanating from the fabric.

I came to the conclusion that this must be the smell of my mum, and I was instantly captivated by it.

It became his chou chou from then onwards

From that day onwards, I started to become obsessed with the smell of my mum’s bras.

Every time I would get a chance, I would sneak into her bedroom and take a good whiff of her clothes. I was completely entranced by the alluring scent.

I even started to take some of her bras with me to bed and would sleep with them pressed against my face.

As I got older, I started to develop a ritual of sorts. Every night before I went to bed, I would take one of my mum’s bras and hold it close to my nose.

I would take deep breaths in, savouring the aroma that reminded me of her. It was something that I looked forward to each night, and I grew to rely on it as a form of comfort.

Mum tried to stop it, but gave up

My mum eventually caught on to my strange habit and tried to put a stop to it. She started to lock her bedroom door and wouldn’t let me in.

But I was determined to keep up my routine, and I found other ways to get my hands on her bras. I would sneak into her wardrobe and take one of her bras without her knowing.

Eventually, my mum stopped locking her bedroom door and I was allowed access to her clothes again. She even started to leave a few of her bras out for me to smell before bed.

I think she was worried that I was going to get too attached to the smell of her bra and that I would never want to let go of it.

My nightly ritual of smelling my mum’s bra has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It’s a comforting habit that brings me peace and joy every night.

Whenever I’m feeling down, I know that I can always turn to the smell of my mum’s bra for comfort.

I may have grown up and moved out of my mum’s house, but I still hold onto this special habit of mine.