My friends and I all had a week off after we finished our exams so we decided to go on a one day staycation together. It’s usually me, two other guys and two girls in our group.

But this time we agreed to let this girl come with us cuz we kind of felt bad that she seemed to not have much of a life outside of school. We had hung out with her a few times before and didn’t exactly vibe with her but we thought this would be a good opportunity to try and get her loose now that the semester was over.

So we’re able to get adjoining rooms and we split up into the guys on one side and the girls on the other side. We visited each other freely throughout when we weren’t out and pretty much only stayed in our own rooms when we were ready to go to sleep.

This happened last night and I type this from my room as we haven’t left for home yet. Two nights ago we all watched this movie. It was a comedy and in one of the scenes this guy comes in and talks to the guest in his underwear with his ding dong sticking out under them. We all thought it was pretty absurd and funny.

So the next night I decided that I would recreate the scene. Our group has a weird dynamic so I thought we’d all get a kick out of it. My penis is nothing any of them haven’t seen before, except for our plus one girl. So I pull the bit on my guys first and they find it funny. So I decide to go over to the girls and do it. Since I didn’t know how the other girl would react I waited until she left the room to go grab something.

So with my penis sticking out of my underwear, I go over to the girls’ room and recreate the scene. They loved it, they were cracking up. In the middle of me doing it, the other girl comes back, I thought I covered up before she got back in because I did it as soon as I heard the door. But apparently she saw it, and she absolutely freaked out.

Literally everyone was trying to tell her to be cool but she wasn’t having it. I left the room and I got close to the wall hearing her literally screaming thinking everyone was in agreement that I was wrong. But everyone else thought it was funny. She was beyond pissed at me and said that she should call my parents.

This is all over a joke that I was trying to make sure she wasn’t a part of in the first place. But now she’s mad at me cuz she doesn’t feel the same as everyone else.

Whats wrong sia.

A couple of days ago my wife had a dream where I cheated on her and later leaving her to live with the other woman. She told me about her dream in the morning, clearly distressed. Trying to defuse the situation, I decided to create a funny origin story of the girl I was seeing in her dream. I named her Barney (like the purple dinosaur), and no one actually has this name in SG and I thought it added volume and certain mystery and funny to her character.

The next day I posted a funny comment on a Facebook page, and received a Haha reaction from a user named Barney. I thought it was hilarious and showed it to my wife, who promptly sent me to sleep on the sofa and accuse me of cheating.

This is ridiculous for getting blame for a stupid dream she had. The worse part of this, the person who commented was a guy…

What should I do? She refuses to speak to me.

Here are what netizens think:

• Tell your wife to grow up, tell her you dream she cheating with a purple dinosaur see how she reacts

• I once had a GF who dreamed I cheated on her. She got mad at me, because she claimed it meant I must be doing something to make her subconscious tell her that I was cheating. After we broke up (unrelated to the dream), I found out she had cheated on me several times.

• Normally when someone thinks that their parthner is cheating they are the ones who are cheating and I dare to say it is 90% of the time.

• I have dreams of my bf cheating on me all the time. I just wake up kinda sad and go cuddle him. Having super relastic feeling dreams suck but you can’t take it out on others. I feel the pain of it usually when I wake up but come to reality quickly and just go cuddle. What else is there to possibly do?

When I was four years old my father and mother divorced because he cheated on her. They had a really rough divorce and had lots of fights. Eventually, the divorce was settled and my mother and father could move on.

My father married his mistress, who I’ll call ‘E’ as to respect her privacy. My father was really happy with her and me and my sister got a stepbrother and two stepsisters with whom we got along really well.

Skip forward two years and ‘E’ started acting different and so was my father. My and my sister often couldn’t visit our father because he had to ‘work’, whilst in reality he was free.

When I and my sister were there we often weren’t allowed to eat at the table, which seven-year-old me didn’t understand.

Eventually, my father started becoming more distant, he didn’t wish me happy birthday anymore and missed a lot of important milestones in my childhood, like learning to ride my bike or events at school.

When I was nine my sister and I could only visit four days a month and had to sleep in separate rooms. I vividly remember that during one weekend that we were there I had accidentally broken a glass and ‘E’ had turned furious. She send me upstairs and had me take my socks off which nine-year-old me found really weird.

Then she showed me a piece of glass she held in her hand and said that this is what I deserved for my clumsiness. She pushed the shard of glass into the sole of my foot. I yelled and cried and tried to remove my leg from her grasp when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It was my father’s hand, he was helping ‘E’ do this, I don’t remember what happened after that.

‘E’ also got into a huge fight with my sister and had pulled her by her hair down to the basement. After these two occasions, we decided to break all contact and tell our mother what had happened (we hadn’t told her before because, well he was our father) .

My mother knew this was serious but she was too afraid to alert the police since my father had threatened her with violence before.

Skip forward another five years, I was fourteen and at the same school my former stepsiblings attended.

Once I saw them all the memories started rising again. My two stepsisters were mean to everyone and lots of people hated them. Me and a couple of friends decided to retaliate and secretly put cigarettes in their bags

Apparently, this had caused a huge fight in their home and my father and ‘E’ decided to divorce. After this ‘E’ got into serious financial troubles and even became a prostitute, and my father became an alcoholic.

Yet in some sick way I don’t feel any remorse. My sister has been dealing with a severe eating disorder after all the ill-treatment from ‘E’ and has been hospitalised twice.

Now me and my sister are doing better, though we still have traumas.

We’ve thought about starting a lawsuit but because of our ages during the incidents legal advisors have advised us to just ‘move on’.

Anyway… I’m in a real moral dilemma: I did something that caused horrible things, yet I don’t feel any remorse, am I a psychopath?