Back then I believed in true love but I started to see the comfort of another woman, they have boyfriends to chauffeur them around and I’m taking bus and MRT with my boyfriend.

Soon I got a bf with a car, but it was an old broken piece of junk he calls it a “car”. It was so noisy and the aircon was never cold. I ended it with him because I did not feel comfortable. I needed some more atas car to fit me.

So, I’m a gold digger. But not the way you’re thinking about it, I’m a pro. I check the newspapers for financial transactions, then “bump into” someone who’s just made a lot of money and ask them out, that’s how I met my current husband, but he was a player for most of his life so he genuinely thought i was into him (or so i thought at the time).

he implied that he was exhausted from the drama and just wanted a homely girl to be the mother of his children, so i played the part and kept up the charade as we were dating, and then as we got engaged, then married.

Unlike a lot of professional gold diggers, my final goal wasn’t some doormat workaholic husband who will fund a lifestyle of luxury for me as he toiled endlessly while I swiped his credit cards all day. I just wanted to live an upper middle-class lifestyle as a stay at home mom, i genuinely wanted kids, and wanted to be the best mom i could.

But slowly i found myself falling in love with my husband. I lived a pretty brutal life and developed somewhat sociopathic tendencies as a result like being able to use people without feeling guilty and not caring about people, but one day as i woke up next to him and thought about how i would be really broken if he died, or left me somehow i realized my feelings for him were genuine, i felt bad about manipulating him, and after a few weeks i gathered up the courage and told him everything, how I’m a gold digger who wanted him for his money, and how i played a part the whole time so he would marry me, but to my surprise he just laughed it off and went on with what he was doing

He told me he knew all along, and how he was already cynical about relationships and “understood” that whoever he married wouldn’t be 100 percent genuine and that’s just “something you have to deal with” I’m partly relieved that he’s not gonna divorce me, but I’m also bummed out, it’s totally reasonable to not trust me because of what i did, but it’s a bit too much to not trust anyone. Is there any way i can show him that I’m genuinely into him now, and invested in the relationship?

I found out a few months ago people change their underwear every day. I’m 24.

Apparently I am supposed to be changing underwear on a daily basis. This is not something I was ever told growing up and I had a very normal upbringing.

Neither parent ever pointed out I any issue when I would wear the same underwear for a consecutive day. I don’t know how this slipped through the cracks because it seems very routine for everyone.

For my entire life I’ve worn the same underwear for 1-2 weeks at a time. Apparently this is horrific. Thought everyone did this.

How do you people not run through underwear like crazy? I have enough of other clothes to not need to do laundry for several weeks.

EDIT: I should clarify after I found out a few months ago I do change underwear daily now.

Netizens’ comments

As I was reading I was expecting to read 1-2 days not weeks

A netizen shared how she was set up on a blind date with her aunt’s colleague’s son, who was advertised as “super smart, funny and a high-flyer at a Big 4 firm”.

Here is her story:

“Really need to rant about my horror blind date, which was my aunt’s colleague’s son, advertised to me as “super smart”, “funny” and a “high-flyer at a Big 4 accounting firm”.

He turned out to be an insufferable elitist with a serious b–bs fetish.

Part 1: The Pure-Blood Rafflesian in the Valley of Gods

We met at Subway, and as there was a queue we started chatting. Apparently, he was also from RJC, and then –

Him: Were you IP?

Me: No, I was from a neighborhood sec sch.

Him: Aha! So you are a half-blood!

Me: What?

Him: You were not from RGS, so you are only a half-blood Rafflesian. I am pure-blood, I was from RI.

Me: (Nani tf?! Are we in Harry Potter??? But before I could respond – )

Him: Impressive cleavage by the way, really appreciate the effort. *creepy smile*

Me: Uh…thanks…

Him: You know, we guys call it the Valley of Gods, because from top-down or bottom-up, girls’ cleavages look like a valley, and because b–bs are made of men’s hopes and dreams, we name it Valley of Gods.

6 years of Raffles education, you say?

Part 2: 5,318,008 lettuce letters

At this point already texting 3 close friends to do the fake emergency call strategy, and then –

Waitress: Do you want any vegetables? Tomatoes? Lettuce?

Him: No I don’t want “leh-tuse”, I want “letters”.

*turns to me and grins*

Me: *expands my texting to non-close friends*

Him: (after we got our food) Have to say, you really have a magnificent pair.

Me: Ummm…okay?

Him: Do you have a favorite number?

Me: No, do you?

Him: Yes! 5,318,008 – because upside down on a calculator it spells B–BIES.

*deranged laughter*

If any of you has had a worse date experience please share so I can feel better and not have to seek counseling.”

Editor’s note: Who were you on a date with? A primary school kid? The guy has the maturity of a 10-year-old…

A netizen shared how he/she was a fresh graduate from a private university and recently started working in an audit company for about 4 months.

The newbie was allegedly forced to do the work of a senior worker, on top of his/her own work and as a result of doing 2 work, has to bring work home to do until about 11 pm.

The netizen said that he/she is very tired since joining the company and feels like nothing is worth it anymore.

Here is her story

“Hi, I am confused and need some help.

I recently started working in audit (4mth) and I hate it. I hate the culture of the office and the people.

I feel like I’m being tormented by my senior, he says whatever’s he wants and makes me do this work while I do mine as well

And since I can’t finish 2work at the same time I have to bring work back home and work till 11+.

Mental health

I am so tired and since I started working in this company my mental health has been bad.

I am a fresh grad from private Uni so I know I have to work harder but I just feel like nothing is worth it anymore and I am lost.

I don’t know if I should quit considering the economy but I can’t take it as well.

Please give me some advice thank you!”

Editor’s note: You should complain to your manager about the senior worker’s antics, why should you do the work of 2 persons? The senior is basically earning money for the work that you do. Stand up for yourself.

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I got cheated on by my girlfriend of 4 years with a one night stand.

She ended up getting pregnant, and i thought it was mine until she confessed everything. She confessed one night while we were just cuddling, i have my suspicions but i guess she couldn’t resist the guilt. She started begging and telling me that she cut him off and everything, you know the drill.

It destroyed me but she only told me a couple days later that the baby wasnt mine. Thats when i lost it. She started begging and crying again and after days of her just trying to keep me to stay with her i told her that i would stay at only one condition.

The condition was that she would have to get an abortion.

She agreed and went thru all the steps to get it. After everything was finished i told her that i never intended to stay and that i made her go thru an abortion only to get my revenge after everything she made me go thru and that she deserved every bit of pain that comes into her life.

i kept insulting her for hours even on private stuff that only i knew. after that i told her to get out or i would call the police. i will never forget the face that she made. in that moment it made me feel good but only now i realized how f up it was. its been months since i last saw her and somethimes i get so guilty that my body freezes, my stomach hurts and start sweating and most time even crying.

all i know is she went to live back with her parents. and since we have mutual friends sometimes i ask how she is doing. but they just give me a look and mumble something. what should i do? please help

the story is more complex but i tried to keep it as short as possible.

A netizen shared how he took the last train and saw a drunk girl vomiting at the MRT station and wondered if he should help her.

Here is the story:”

I usually take the late train on friday nights. Just so happened that tonight I caught the last train at Dover MRT.

As I walk toward the end of the train I notice this girl enter at the same station as well. Something looked off about her. She seemed like she was in a daze.

As she got in, she just stood next to the door and leaned her head against the wall. Something was wrong, this girl was clearly drunk, wasted would probably the correct term.

As the train set off I noticed she had a little trouble maintaining her balance but did not sit although most seats around her were unoccupied.

As we approach Clementi MRT, her discomfort seemed even more obvious. The doors opened and she seemed to be even more uncomfortable.

Suddenly, she bolts out into the station, leans against the wall and merlion….

As I watched I wondered if I could help her. Should I even help her ? What could I have done? Did she even need any help? She clearly seemed to be having a tough time keeping her wits about herself. Could she even get home in that state? Could I call someone? Was she safe? Could I give her something to help? I did not have any water or tissue on me.

Even if I were to ask her if she was ok would she just ask me to mind my own business? What if she puked on me instead? Would she feel threaten and unsafe if a burly guy were to ask she was ok in that state?

Not sure what I could do but feeling a need to help to do something, I sat there contemplating and watching the scene unfold.

Before I could do anything, my decision was made for me as the train doors closed and the last train for the day left the station.

To the girl who got off the last train at Clementi from Dover. I genuinely hope that you are ok and you managed to get home safe and sound.

I’m really not sure what I could have done to help even with hindsight, but I genuinely hope you are ok.

What would you have done? Would you help? How would you help? Is this a legal nightmare waiting to happen? How would you feel in that condition if a burly male stranger approached you to offer help in that state? Would really appreciate some advise as I am feeling abit guilty.

Still feel I could do something to help but just not sure what…”

Editor’s note: No point asking one thousand and one questions online after you have already decided not to help her.

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