I haven’t had sex with my wife in over five years, and I don’t miss it with her.

Sex with my wife has been hit or miss since my son was born 32 years ago. As time went on, she became more focused on herself getting off and much less on it being a pleasurable experience for both of us. I was good at getting her off several times during each encounter and I’d be lucky to get off once in a great while.

About eight or nine years ago, she decided that showering daily wasn’t for her as it dried her skin out. This is in spite of using moisturizing soaps and lotions. She went to showering once a week. We’re both overweight and prone to getting sweaty while doing stuff around the house. Me, I shower every morning and later in the day if I’ve been doing yard work, etc.

Needless to say, she doesn’t smell or taste so good any more. She claims washing up at the sink is perfectly good and as effective as a shower. She’s also prone to weird rashes on her body that started a few months after the weekly only showers. When I’ve suggested it may be due to once a week showers, she says that’s not the cause and goes to the general practice doctor for prescription ointments to clear it up. I suspect she doesn’t tell her doctor she showers only once a week.

She developed chronic indigestion due to a hernia and not following some dietary suggestions to minimize the indigestion and gas. She burps a lot and doesn’t try to suppress it or at least muffle the sound. That means she’d loudly belch in my face when kissing and other things. Between the noise and smell, eww.

Over Time, I lost interest in intimacy with her. Between the lack of bathing, interest in only her pleasure and now her chronic belching it killed my interest.

I still love her, but don’t want to sleep with her anymore. I still get urges, but take matters in my own hands so to speak. And I’ll freely admit I wouldn’t mind having a friend with benefits, but am not actively seeking that out.

Thanks for taking the time to read this.

I’m becoming a sugar baby to help my family

I already know people are going to judge me or say that I’m lying, but I just want a space to vent. What’s happening to my mom really made me realize the importance of financial independence.

My dad finally left. Me and my sister had to force him to leave this morning after we found he had choked my mother the night before. He has physically and verbally mistreated all of us for years now, and it’s finally coming to an end.

At first I was relieved to know that at least we can move on with our lives starting now, but now that I’m sitting on it…our lives just might be ruined. My mom also works, but my dad was the bread winner. I knew we were dependent on him, but now I’m really realizing how much will be in dire straits. I finally understand the weight of his words when he told us we’ll have nothing.

I’m an incoming freshman at school. We don’t even know if my father will pay for my school feesor my sister’s final year because I know he wants to make us suffer.

I’ve never had a job nor do I have any qualifications. My father wouldn’t allow me to get a job in school because he wanted me to, “Focus on my studies.”

He constantly threatened us before leaving. Telling my mom he would take the house and he “wouldn’t pay for anything”. Saying that we’re nothing without him and that he hates us.

I just got done talking with my mom. I can’t stand seeing the tears in her eyes as she tells me she has no idea what she’s going to do.

I already know what I’m prepared to do. I’ll give my body away if I have to.

I was awarded over thousands of dollars in scholarships and I was also awarded work-study. I know, that’s not enough. I know working a low pay job is not enough either. so I’ll do more.

I like to think that my first boyfriend would also be my part time employer. That’s all. You know how much money a young virgin could get if I just played my cards right?

The world is a cruel place and not everything is simple. Like I said before I know people will look down on me and judge me, but at the end of the day I’m a survivor.

Im afraid to have kids with my wife because shes overweight

Ive been with my wife for 4 years. In that time she has gained 22kg.

Now dont get me wrong, I dont need my wife to be some super skinny super model body. But I do feel the weight gain (which has not stopped) has gotten out of hand. She went from having an average body type to pushing well into the realm of obesity.

Ive tried for a couple years now to get over, because I do love her. But Im 15cm taller than her, stocky, and a little flabby and theres still only 10 pounds between us.

Its made me hyper aware of her (maybe) related behaviors. She sleeps ALOT. She started snoring in that time. Low effort in bed. Her eating habits always mess up my mood. Its also “this and that” for every meal. A burrito AND a large nacho. An ice cream sandwhich AND a extra scoop of ice cream. A combo box and extra fries.

Its made me really hesitant to have kids with her because I know there no going back after that.

And of course, it feels impossible to gracefully broach this topic with her. Because it makes me feel like a superficial a-hole. But I really dont think I can live like this.

“You’re so beautiful; if I wasn’t working right now I would follow you home.”

I’ve been talking to a colleague for a while and he was an overall good guy to me. He has been saying that he wants to have S for a couple of weeks or so and he’s been respectful by not making me feel pressured or obligated because I am a V.

He said he wanted to chat before anything actually happens and yesterday we finally got to chat.

To put this into context, myself and my friends have always enjoyed going out for dinner and drinks together, as friends do. There have been a few occasions over the years where I’ve came home feeling a bit peeved over how much I’ve had to pay. Someone please tell me – am I the petty one here?

My friend is a kindergarden school teacher and got a job as a nanny for extra income. She’s taking care of a special needs girl, 8-years-old, every Monday, Thursday, Friday, and every other Saturday.

She only works 6 hours a day but most of that time is spent taking Ellie to swim classes, dance, gymnastics, tutoring on Saturdays. She also makes around $1,000 a week, which comes out to approximately $47 an hour (I did it over a two-week period, so $2,000/42 hours over the two weeks).

The mom even comes home early more often than not and she’s still paid for the full scheduled time. And if something comes up and my friend is asked to babysit last minute, she’s paid double for that day.