We have been dating for a little under a year now and have had a pretty stable intimate life, nothing crazy but I didn’t think she had a high size drive but now idk.

I was in her apartment while she was at work after staying the night and I was grabbing something from the closet, I have things in this closet, I’m familiar with what’s in there and this box of condoms were not here before, I’m a decent size but magnum XL would just be too big for me which makes me wonder, who’s are they and when did they show up. I do not think these are old condoms from an ex, we’ve been together for a year and these look pretty new, also weird that they’d pop up out of nowhere in a place I’ve looked at dozens of times, I’m sure they were placed here at an attempt of hiding them, but I don’t think my gf put them here.

I was a little shocked at first but now I’m not sure, it’s kind of hot, maybe it’s an old box but maybe it’s not, I’m somewhat aroused by this which is also a little shocking to me, idk if I’ll confront her when she gets home or not, I’m not sure what her reaction will be.

Update: Last night this had no attention so I just asked her when she got home, though had I waited, I probably would’ve heeded most of this advice.

She came home around 11 and after letting her settle I basically just asked her, I didn’t think, I just asked and showed her the box. Her biggest shock was that I found it bc apparently she didn’t put them there the guy did, she didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed though, just indifferent to the fact that she’s been cheating.

She confessed, she was seeing another guy purely for bedroom activities with him (ouch) I asked for some details and explanation and basically they met some odd months ago and it led to them sleeping together. She told me that initially it was just supposed to be a one time thing to satisfy needs (that she wouldn’t tell me about) but after they hooked up that time she was basically in it for the long run, she told me that, yes, he was in fact much bigger than me (she basically said it exactly like that, also ouch) but the main factor was that he was much more experienced “sleeping with you is good and fine but he knows what to do and how to do it” (seriously, ouch)

Yeah I asked a few things, got some answers and I was just shocked, I never got an apology, I’m not sure what to do, she told me she still loves me and suggested opening the relationship bc she wants to explore and and stuff but it’s so weird that she has these wants and needs and never mentioned them until I found out. I just went to bed after the conversation and we haven’t said much since last night.

And just to be clear, I’m not into the whole cuckold thing, I didn’t think the idea of someone else banging my gf was hot, it was more about the nature of it all. I don’t mean that in a bad way, just not into cuck stuff

Update #2: A lot of you are right, she lied, she cheated, even in an open relationship I don’t think I could trust her anymore, maybe if she was upfront from the beginning I could’ve even considered being open, but yeah, I’m going to end things in a calm manner. Thanks everyone for the advice.

i peed in my boyfriends bed.

i accidentally pEed myself while we were sleeping and now i’m in the bathroom hiding it from him. i (19) and my boyfriend (20) have been living together for about two months and i’ve never wet the bed until today (unless i was a baby). i

have no clue how to do/solve the problem. do i tell him? he has white sheets so i managed to make up some excuse that i was paranoid he had bed bugs. help!

Netizens’ comments

• Honestly just tell him, it happens to everyone at least once. I’m sure if you mention the dreaded toilet dream that he will 100% understand.
  And tbh, if he doesn’t then would you wanna be with someone who makes fun of you for a very common accident?
• I had a friend many years ago who got very, very drunk, passed out next to his girlfriend, and wet the bed. He told me and my housemates how ashamed he was but that his girlfriend was very cool about it. He was so grateful and I think he started to look at her with different lenses from they point. He married her.
• Just tell him! If he’s understanding, it will be okay, you’re human! The amount of embarrassing moments you guys are going to share together during your relationship will be abundant, and will only get more personal from here lol

My mother.

She’s said to my face she wants to marry rich and tried to “teach me” how to seduce a rich man instead of earning my way. She tried her damnedest to put me through gold-digging school as a child. Luckily, none of the lessons ever really stuck around.

When mom left my father after a particularly nasty divorce, she bounced back fast. The divorce case in court was still happening when she started dating Ken. Gold Digger rule number one: Look for a fancy car.

So, Ken had a sporty car. Perfect condition. I could tell I was an afterthought during all this, since whenever I absolutely had to go somewhere, Ken and my mother would just put me in the trunk of this car. Luckily, they have very nice windows. They are pretty cramped, however. Here was the problem with Ken. Ken didn’t want kids. Ken definitely didn’t want me. My mother had him wrapped around her finger.. but he was my worst nightmare.

I won’t go into the details, but he threatens to beat me, threw me down the stairs, put me through hard labour, and at the end of the day I slept on an exercise bench until I was given a bed at the spare room for the year or two years we stayed there. I believe I was six.

Gold Digger rule number two: You don’t have to like them, you just have to make them think you do.

A while later we had a guy over at the apartment a lot. I was a bit older and got the gist of what was going on. He wasn’t much to look at, but he got me a portable DVD player (this happened when I was much younger) and all of the movies I like, then actually wanted to spend time with me. I hoped beyond hope that this was the one. I really, really liked this guy.

He happened to overhear me telling mom how much I loved the gifts while watching my new TV. He also overheard mom scoff, and say: “He’s not here to amuse you. He’s here because he pays the bills.” That was the last time I saw him. Honestly, I genuinely miss that one.

Gold Digger rule number three: illegal money may also count as currency.

The shorter-lived guys were all over the place. I’m still kind of in disbelief that my mom would take me over to these houses, to be real. Some of them were.. really weird. There’s a shady guy she met who has an entire house filled with beer cans stacked along up his walls. It was.. really cool to a kid, but none of the guys really wanted anything to do with me. I just sat on the sofa like a good kid, kept my damn mouth shut, and waited for mom to get her to fix of whatever and finish her romp.

The quicker she got what she was after, the quicker I could go home.

Gold Digger rule number four: Get a guy with an extra vehicle. That way you don’t have to buy yourself a car.

This guy was.. something else. He was really trying to win mom over. To the point where we moved in with him, he bought me a slim PS2, and he gave mom a car that she could use. What he didn’t tell her was that his car was his ex’s, and when she found out where and what the car was being used for, she stole it back— legally.

She also stole everything of value to me, since it was unfortunately in my bookbag.. in the back of the car.

At the end of the day, the guy got tired of Mom or me and He kicked us out. Of course, mom blamed me. I don’t know who’s at fault it was. I was getting really tired of this though.

Gold Digger rule number five: Keep the details to yourself.

This is actually my rule, and I’ll tell you why.

The last guy I care to explain was.. weird. He hired a sixteen-year-old to build a company website for him, then got very upset when some of the HTML wasn’t professional standard. Honestly, I did my best. This guy put me to work though, and I resented every minute of it.

I basically functioned as an on-call secretary for his business, while he and my mother drank and drank on the patio. I’d do emails, screen calls, check information for clients, and somehow have to find time to build this damn website with no help. That’s not why he’s a problem though.

See, one night my mother came home, screaming, with a perfect set of teeth on her chest. They were bleeding, and she was bruised in the face. Mom said that he attacked her. I called the guy and bitched him out as well as a 16 year old can.

In the end, couldn’t do anything because they were drunk and apparently there’s a claim that it was self-inflicted. At the time I didn’t believe it. Now? …Possibly.

As far as my current relationship with her, it’s bad.

We live separately now, and she’s dating a guy named Dave. I’ve never met him, but she’s claimed for a few years that he’s verbally and psychologically mad. She says she’s called the police up there countless times, and has “tried” to kick him out, but he just won’t leave.

I offered to send help up there, and she refused. Why? You might think I’m being unfair, but that brings me to my final rule.

Gold Digger rule number six: He can get away with anything, as long as you don’t have to lift a finger.

Regardless of if she’s in trouble or not, she’s refused my help multiple times. It’s been years. I wash my hands of it.

Oh, and by the way— she absolutely 100% blames me for Ken.

Joke’s on her to be real. I married flat broke. Couldn’t be happier.