I caught my brother in law wetting all my panties so I wont be able to wear any I was absolutely mortified when I caught my brother-in-law wetting all my panties.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and I couldn’t help but feel violated. I had no idea how long this had been going on, but it was clear to me that he had been doing this for some time.

I was so angry that I wanted to confront him right away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was so embarrassed and confused that I decided to just let him finish and then confront him later. I then went to the computer to research what he was doing and what it meant.

I soon found out that my brother-in-law was a panty-fetishist, which means that he has a fetish for women’s panties. I was so disgusted and embarrassed that I had to confront him about it. I waited until he was finished and then I asked him why he was doing this.

He admitted that he had been doing it for a few months, but he said that he didn’t think it was a big deal. I told him that it was a big deal to me and that I was not comfortable with it. We talked for a few minutes and he apologized for what he had done.

He said that he was sorry and that he would never do it again. I accepted his apology and told him that I needed to take some time to think about it. After a few days of thinking, I decided to give him another chance.

However, I told him that I was not comfortable with him wetting my panties anymore, and I wanted him to stop. He agreed and said that he wouldn’t do it again. I was relieved that he was willing to stop, but I was still concerned because I wouldn’t be able to wear any of my panties anymore.

I was afraid that if I wore the same panties that he had wetted, he would be tempted to do it again. So, I decided to buy all new panties and throw out the old ones. I was also very careful to keep my new panties away from him so that he wouldn’t be able to get to them.

I was relieved that he was willing to stop, but I was still very uncomfortable with the whole situation. I felt violated and I was worried that he might do it again. I was also embarrassed that my brother-in-law had been secretly wetting all my panties.

Although I was angry and embarrassed, I was also thankful that I had caught him in the act. It could have been much worse if I hadn’t caught him. I was relieved that he was willing to stop and that I wouldn’t have to worry about him wetting my panties anymore.

My brother-in-law may have an odd fetish, but it was important for me to make sure that he respected my boundaries. I was glad that I was able to confront him and get him to stop. Now I can wear my panties without worrying about him wetting them again.

I had been with my girlfriend for almost two years when I noticed a change in her behaviour. She was always on her phone, and when I asked her about it she said she was just checking emails and texting friends.

Little did I know that she was actually looking for evidence that I was cheating on her. It all started when I was working late one night and she came home early from work. She noticed that I was watching “videos” online and immediately accused me of cheating.

I was completely taken aback by her accusation; I hadn’t even done anything wrong. But I knew that she had caught me in the act and I was afraid of how she would react. I tried to explain to her that I wasn’t cheating, but she wouldn’t listen. She just kept on insisting that I was being unfaithful and demanded to know who the woman in the videos was.

At that moment, I realized that she had been suspicious of me for some time. She had found out about the videos through some kind of online search and had been watching me for a while. I was so angry and hurt by her accusation that I just stormed out of the house.

They were just normal adult films… I’m a guy. Come on.

The next few days were absolute hell. My girlfriend refused to talk to me and kept accusing me of cheating. I tried to explain to her that I wasn’t cheating, but she didn’t believe me. She said that the only way she would believe me was if I showed her proof that I was telling the truth.

So, I decided to show her the videos that I had been watching. When she saw them, she got even angrier.

The incident caused a lot of tension between us, but eventually, we moved past it. We still have our moments of disagreement, but I’ve learned to be more open and honest with her about things. I’ve also learned to be more careful about what I do online so that she doesn’t jump to any wrong conclusions.

I asked my wife for a break after she called me a good for nothing drunk

I have been with my wife for 5 years, married for 3. When we met I told her about how I was a newly recovering alcoholic (when we met I had been sober for 2 months) and that if she wanted to leave she could. She said no and our relationship bloomed. She was there for me during the good times and the bad. Whenever I wanted to drink I would think about how it would implode our relationship. I’m proud to say I haven’t drank for 5 years.

During Christmas I got a gift from a coworker (he didn’t know I was in recovery) which was a bottle of alcohol. I thanked him while saying “Thanks but I’m actually a recovering alcoholic but I appreciate the gesture”. I placed it on a shelf in my office so that whenever I saw it it would remind me of how far I’ve come.

Last week my wife and her sister (she had come to stay for a few days) were in the living room when I got home. My wife was upset and her sis was consoling her. Obviously my first thought was “is she ok?” My wife looked at me and took out the bottle that had been in my office. However, the thing was half empty. She asked me how long I’d relapsed for. I told her not since 5 years ago. She wouldn’t believe me. She said that her sister said she saw me drinking with her own two eyes and that she was right, I was a good for nothing drunk and I always would be. The words stung. I couldn’t believe my wife who I’d loved for 5 years would say that. I quietly got my stuff and started to walk out the door. It took everything in me not to cry.

And I’ll admit, I was pretty shaken up. As soon as I sat in the car the tears started coming. I left and went to my mother’s house. She believed me and welcomed me in. I’ve been staying here for the week. Working and trying to not think about my wife.

Today she called me. Was crying and said she was so sorry for not believing me. Apparently her sister was the alcoholic and when my wife had found the bottle she put the blame on me. That day my wife had found her drinking the rest and kicked her out. Have to say I was glad. She asked me if we could forget this happened. I said no, it was too painful. I wanted to take a break to see if I wanted to forgive her. She was pissed and hung up.

So there it is. I’m sitting here in my old room at my mother’s house with no house and no wife. I can’t believe that’s where I am right now. I’m still thinking about things and just thought I’d share. Got any advice?

I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer, ever since I was a kid. I’ve always been the one who’s wanted to explore the world and experience new cultures.

My parents were quite traditional, so they weren’t always supportive of my wanderlust, but I never gave up on my dreams.

So, when I heard about people who had moved to Thailand and were living a life of luxury, I was intrigued. Everything I had heard about the country sounded too good to be true. And, more importantly, it seemed like the perfect place to make my dreams come true.

I started researching and found out that it was entirely possible to move to Thailand, set up a business, and live a life of luxury. I was excited to learn that there were plenty of opportunities for entrepreneurs and that the cost of living was much lower than in Singapore, where I was living at the time.

The more I read about Thailand, the more I realized that it was the perfect place for me to fulfil my dreams. I started to make plans for my move and even began to look for potential business opportunities.

I soon realized that there were many things I would need to do to make a move

. I would need to find a place to stay, open a bank account, and get a work visa. I also had to get my finances in order, as I would need to save up enough money to make the move and get established in Thailand.

I started to save up as much as I could, while also researching potential business opportunities in Thailand. I eventually found a great opportunity that seemed like the perfect fit for me. It was a small business that was in the hospitality industry, and I was able to invest a relatively small amount of money to get it off the ground.

After almost a year of planning and saving, I was finally ready to make the move. I sold all my possessions, packed up my bags, and said goodbye to Singapore.

The transition was a bit rough at first, as I had to get used to a new culture and language. But, I was determined to make the most of my new life in Thailand. I quickly settled into my new home and started to get to work on my business.

Now, almost a year later, I’m living a life of luxury in Thailand. It’s been an incredible journey, and I’m so glad that I decided to take the plunge and make the move. I’m able to do things I never thought were possible, like travel around the country and experience new cultures. And, I’m able to make a living doing something I love.

My advice to anyone who’s thinking of making the move is to do your research and make sure you’re prepared. It’s not always easy to make the transition, but it’s definitely worth it. I’m living proof that living a life of luxury in Thailand is possible.

A creepy food delivery guy keeps calling me

long story short i (20F) ordered food a couple of days ago and the delivery guy was a bit… weird.

He was a bit rude when I opened the door and he handed me the food, saying something like “here, take it” in an almost angry tone.

At first, I thought it was just a misunderstanding and that maybe he was just trying to be friendly. I even tried to be polite with him and talk to him a bit, but he kept calling and it was starting to become really annoying.

He then started to Whatsapp me and asked if I can send him my photos.

i got bad vibes from the beginning when he tried to OPEN my door instead of ringing bell. now he keeps calling me for third day in a row, i don’t pick up ofc.

but the thing is that i live alone (which i think he understood) and it creeps me out. i locked the door and everything but i’m still scared he’s gonna come and try to break in.. i mean why in the world would he keep calling me? also he’s like 60.

His probably a lonely old man and I do not want to make it big by going to the Police.

Is there anything else I can do? He knows where I stay and I don’t really know how to handle this.

I enjoy blowing my husband. He’s a very clean man, and his junk is always clean, and never smelly or anything like that.

Anyways. I was blowing him the other night and the natural smell of it started grossing me out (this is how it always has smelled and never bothered me before).

I was barely able to continue over how much it was grossing me out. Even now while typing this out and thinking about the smell and taste of it is disgusting me.

It didn’t smell or taste any different and it’s never bothered me before but it grossed me out a LOT out of nowhere.

Has this happened to anyone else? Does anyone know what would cause this sudden disgust?

Netizens’ comments

• Can you by any chance be pregnant? I’ve heard it can turn your preferences for everything upside down overnight.
• My ex-wife had an immediate aversion to her favorite foods when she got pregnant. In fact, that -was- the trigger for her getting a test. She couldn’t eat chicken for four months, then couldn’t get enough of it. She couldn’t even WATCH me eat chicken for a month or two of that.
• Haha I came here to say maybe you are pregnant!
• I notice that depending on where I am in my cycle, certain things I typically wouldn’t even be able to smell are SO strong and make me nauseous.
• Came here to say sounds like pregnancy but apparently that’s the group consensus lol so add another +1 for me!
• Is there a chance you’re pregnant? This happened to me early pregnancy both times I’ve been pregnant. It does get better and go away/back to normal though.

After almost 10 years, I found out my daughter is not mine, biologically.

I got together with my wife about 15 years ago. She came with a premade family of a daughter and two boys. Then in October of 2012 she got pregnant. We weren’t trying to conceive, but weren’t actively trying to prevent either.

The date of conception seemingly matched up and a beautiful baby girl was born August of 2013. I have been led to believe until this last Saturday that she was 100% mine and I never questioned it.

But over the weekend I took our youngest son(stepson, but you all know I see him as mine) to a show choir event and met up with an old friend from around the time of my daughter’s birth.

A friend I met through my wife. This friend and I had a few drinks and she said she needed to get something off her chest that she’s been holding secret for years and told me everything. I was shocked to say the least.

The next day I called and confronted my wife and initially she denied it, but admitted to hooking up with the actual father. I hung up on her, all the while ignoring her calls. When I got home she then pulled me aside away from the kids and confessed all.

This little girl is my world and I do not have any intention of turning my back on her. It’s not her fault that this happened.

But Her mother now wants me to try to move past her indiscretion and stay together. Stating what we have built since is strong, and I shouldn’t tell my daughter about this as the real father had/has no intentions of being a part of her life.

I do not think I can forgive her for this. It’s too big. I am so angry right now at her and all her friends that knew but kept silent.

I can’t leave because I don’t want her to state that I abandoned my family. I’m afraid that if I do keep this secret from my daughter that she will one day find out and hate me for it.

If I stay, I can’t talk to anyone about it, they will be confused and astounded that I stuck around and it would make me feel like less of a man. I would bottle it up and let it eat me up and then rage quit my life.