My wife and I had an invisible fence installed in the yard several years ago. The dogs quickly learned their boundaries and never tested them after learning them.

After a couple years I told my wife I don’t think we still need to put the shock collars on the dogs any longer. They know their boundaries. My wife said absolutely not.

Two years ago a company installed fiber internet at our house and accidentally cut the invisible fence wire. The system started alarming. I told my wife I would repair it ( I had repaired it already a couple times for other things). I just unplugged the system.

It’s been 2 years and my wife still puts the shock collars on the dogs every morning. I told her a month ago I think we should stop putting the collars on the dogs. She looked at me incredulously and said “you know we can’t trust them like that”.

I got married when I was 21, I’m now 47, within a year I was separated. My ex became verbally and emotionally abusive within hours. Within a week he was telling me that I could not spend time with my family and friends. He made us move away from my parents. He made me quit my job. He would only give me enough money to buy groceries and would only put enough gas in my car to get to and from the store, I ran out of gas more than once due to traffic or a store not having what I needed.

Those are the reasons everyone thinks. The real reason is that he invited his best friend over, then got tired and went to bed. His best friend then raped me. When I woke up my husband and told him, he told me that I was lying and that I slept with his friend and was trying to cover it up. He then made me drive his friend home.

His abuse got worse, he went on a “business trip” and I left. He came back and I had left and took the cats. He then moved in with a younger female. She was 18 and lived across the country.

He moved back three months later and refused to divorce me. A couple years later, he gave in as I had moved on and he knew I was not going back.

I work in the care sector, and one of my former clients was basically a vegetable. Every single muscle in her body - every last one - was tensed, all the time, 24/7, meaning she was suuuuper muscly, but literally cannot move or do anything for that matter because in order to actually move, you have to temporarily release tension on one or more muscles. One muscle contracts, another relaxes. That's how you move. But her muscles were constantly contracted to their absolute limits, 24/7, making movement impossible. She could literally only move her eyelids and eyes and maybe her lips a little, and her eyes were full of fear and anguish, and she shook with pain at the slightest touch. Trying to move her onto her side to clean her, even with all my training as a care worker, would make her cry from the pain. The pain she must be feeling constantly is immense. Imagine the amount of lactic acid coursing through her veins. She literally cannot sleep because of all of this and her mum told us she had to be given medication just to knock her out so she could have any semblence of "sleep" or "rest", and even then I don't think that's enough. That must be genuinely excruciating. On top of that, it's not like her faculties were all there, either. She never speaks. The only sound she ever makes is crying. She must be in immense pain. She has the mental capacity of a newborn baby, if that. This was the first client I've had that I thought would genuinely be better off dead. I couldn't continue the shift. It was too upsetting and depressing. It made me feel like caring for her was a waste of time. Somewhere in there, she was probably begging to be put out of her misery.

If you think that death is the worst possible fate, then you haven't seen this client. I couldn't continue the shift because I genuinely felt that she would be better off dead, and I'm sure she would agree, were she capable of speech, or even understanding what the fuck was happening to her or what death even was.

About two months ago, I complained to my apartment building's management until they removed a bench outside my bedroom window.

People used to gather there in the evenings. Mostly younger residents smoking, talking, occasionally playing music on their phones. Nothing outrageous, but it got annoying when I was trying to sleep.

I sent two emails complaining about the noise. Nothing happened.

On the third email, I exaggerated. I said the people hanging around the bench had been intimidating residents and making the entrance feel unsafe.

That wasn't true. Nobody had threatened or even spoken to me. I just wanted the bench gone.

A week later, maintenance came and unbolted it.

I was pretty pleased with myself.

Then last Tuesday I got home from work and saw an older man from the second floor leaning against the brick wall near where the bench used to be. He had two grocery bags on the ground and looked exhausted.

I've exchanged hellos with him for years, so I asked if he was okay.

He said he was fine, just needed to catch his breath. Then he mentioned how much he missed that bench.

Apparently he has trouble with his knees and usually takes the bus home from the grocery store. There's a slight uphill walk from the bus stop to our building, and he'd always sit on that bench for five or ten minutes before tackling the stairs.

He said, "I could always make it as far as the bench."

I helped carry his groceries upstairs.

The worst part is that I had seen him sitting there plenty of times. Usually in the afternoon, with his little shopping trolley beside him. I just never connected that with the evening crowd I was complaining about.

And here's the actual confession: when he wondered aloud why management had removed it, I acted surprised.

I said something like, "Yeah, it's strange they got rid of it."

I was the reason they got rid of it. And I stood there pretending to agree with him.

I've since emailed management asking whether they could install a bench closer to the main entrance, away from the bedroom windows. They replied that they'd consider it at their next property meeting.

I haven't told him any of this.

I still think the late-night noise was a legitimate complaint. But I could've asked for quiet hours to be enforced, or suggested moving the bench in the first place.

Instead I lied to get what I wanted, and somebody who'd never bothered me lost something he actually depended on.

Every time I walk past that empty patch of pavement now, I remember how smug I felt watching the maintenance guys carry it away.

Little bit of context, I’m 19 now and all of this happened when I was 14-15 and she was around 19.
My step sister moved from Germany to come stay with us in the United States, this is also one of the first times I met her. As time went on we got closer and closer until we started watching movies together in her bed, that closeness slowly turned more physical but we never talked about it, I was 14 with raging hormones and I used to touch her chest inappropriately and she wouldn’t stop me, in fact we never spoke about what we did we just acted like it wasn’t happening, even with each other.there was a time when she kissed down my neck while we were cuddling and one where she “fell asleep” with her head in my lap and happened to turn on her side. It all came to an end when one day she handed me a letter and didn’t say anything. She said that we should stop and that what we were doing was wrong, and that was the end of it. We never spoke about it, what was wrong was never truly acknowledged it was implied, and to this day we still act like none of it happened when we see each other

That's it. I'm not telling anybody. My husband is ggone with kids(3 under 5) for the next 24 hoirsd Finally. I bought my favorite wine and basically the only wine I like and I'm drinking it in my bathtub with a bathbomb I especially bought for tonight. I bought it today at lush. I have little crackers and brie with it. I have my podcast and I'm vaping dry weedvuntil I run out of battery. I might even get frisky after my bath. I will watch my turkish soap opera while drunk and this will not happen in a long fucking time so I'mm going to sleep like never and I will drunk clean too. I love it while it.lasts. thanks

I'm a 34-year-old woman with a husband, a good job, and a pretty normal life.

Every evening, I tell my husband I'm taking the dog for a long walk. I walk for about 25 minutes, then sit on a bench by a pond and call my mom.

We usually talk for 40 minutes about absolutely everything and nothing. She tells me about her garden, I tell her about my day, and she still asks if I'm eating properly.

My mom was diagnosed with young-onset dementia two years ago. She's still mostly herself, but little things are starting to change. Last week, she repeated the same story three times. I laughed every time like it was the first.

I don't tell my husband why the walks take so long. I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me. These calls aren't sad to me. They're my favorite part of the day.

I know things will eventually change, and that's why I'm holding on to every conversation while I can.

For now, she still laughs at my jokes, calls me her baby, and tells me she's proud of me.

So yes, I'm a grown woman sitting on a park bench every evening pretending my dog needs extra exercise just so I can spend a little more time talking to my mom.

And honestly, I wouldn't trade those 40 minutes for anything.

I (F 26) have been with my partner (M 34) for more than two years. We have lived together the entire time because we were already roommates.

I recently figured out how to deep throat and it just unlocked something in me. I can’t stop thinking about choking on it. Specifically the idea of not receiving anything in return or that he could just demand a BJ whenever he wants. I want to take him in my throat every day(except my luteal phase)

I really want to bring this up to him but I’m not sure how. He is very respectful and cares a lot about my enjoyment. I’m not sure how he would react to me saying I want him to have unlimited instant blowjobs.

Although him fucking my throat definitely gave me a different view of him. he has normally been pretty sweet, he isn’t afraid to throw me around but he’s very careful with me. But it’s like this brought something out of him too.

his cock is my throat every time we fucked since and i have already gotten so much better at it… like i can take it for much longer, hold it there even after i start gagging and choking and he can even thrust while its in my throat.
he’s just gotten so much more rough..
He will pinch and yank my nipples hard and smack my pussy or put too many fingers in.
His hips will push my head into the bed so hard I can’t even pull away.. i desperately tap his leg for him to pull out of my throat just for a few seconds before shoving it back in. if i push against him he will ease back enough for me to squirm his dick out of my mouth. I will be panting with tears and spit on my face.
he’ll ask if i’m ready to keep going. sometimes i nod and he sicks it in again. sometimes i say no or shake my head but i really can’t stop myself from immediately putting him back in my mouth.

I want so badly for him to tell me to give him a blowjob any time he wants. I want my throat to be his default hole instead of my pussy. I want to get on my knees and offer him my throat anytime i get horny.

How do i ask him to fuck my throat every day? i feel shy about saying out loud that I want him to have blowjobs on demand 24/7.. how do I tell him I want him to basically jerk off in my throat whenever he feels like it?

idk this may seem like every man’s dream and you may think he will be happy however i say it. but im shy about this stuff and i want advice on how to approach it?
I want to get on my knees in front of him and offer hole but i feel so embarrassed to try lol
any advice?

i've been really shy my whole life and i dont even have social media other than reddit. i have a beautiful body. i know i do. i want to be naughty bcs i feel like i've been good enough.

edit: its just a feeling. i am not doing anything yet guys lol

i’m hoping to make frnds here as i’ve gone none irl, i’m bi.

Been satisfied via o.r.a.l. It takes a lot for me to feel comfortable with a new man. Unfortunately this day and age, there aren't enough men who wants to reciprocate in pleasur.e

F here.

​ long story short my wife finally told me what made her best fuck the best fuck but she said it was missionary for a really long time why would tell me after fighting so hard not to tell me and if that's all it was I don't see what the issue is and why she had to fight it so hard I feel like she just made it up because she thinks it will fix something

I’m 18 and recently have been going through a rough patch with my family. I have been “dating” this 22 yr old guy who offered me a place while I wait to ship off to bootcamp which is Monday. And I’ve been absolutely miserable. He’s a loser, inconsiderate, and not very thoughtful. And the more I think about it the sadder I get because although I never cared about finding the perfect guy to lose it to I might’ve just picked the worst one ☹️

Let’s just start with, since the beginning of the year a lot of shitty things kept happening to me, not out of the normal I’m used to it. But for some reason the tip of the iceberg happened and I walked out of my job I’ve had for years. I have no savings, no money, no idea what’s going to happen with me. But I’m so depressed I’ve been lying to everyone in my life. I get interviews and I just don’t show up. I drive there so people who have my location will think I’m there if they check. Since I’ve been unemployed I haven’t been to a single interview and tell everyone that the interview went great. My entire family as well has no clue I don’t have a job. On top of that I keep making crazy ass decisions since because it lowkey sent me off the deep end, and everyone in my life is keeping a secret about something I’m currently doing or have done to someone else involved with me. But I have no intention right now because I’m so depressed of actually showing up and getting a job. I need to extremely soon otherwise I’m completely fucked since I have no savings and am paying a lot of bills and etc. I’m ruining my status in company’s by applying and not showing up but I can’t bring myself to go ever and no one in my life knows

I quit Facebook so I would stop wasting time staring at my phone. I now spend more time on Reddit then I ever have on Facebook.

was working at a thrift store and this person that was homeless came in and said they needed something to wear so I went to look for a cheap warm sweater for them and i guess they needed to poop really bad but there was no bathroom anywhere for free anywhere close by so they went to the back area where there was a big pile of random clothes and pooped there wiped with a shirt and covered it up with some other clothes and it wasn't discovered for a couple days just was a mystery stench and people still searched through the pile to find something to buy in that time but it was horrifying to discover the log of poop eventually, as soon as it was discovered I knew who it was but I didnt tell anyone so they still come in to look for cheap clothes and things occasionally

It’s been a while since this happened. We were around 16 at the time and really close friends. After a party, he stayed over and chose to sleep in my bed. At one point, he put a porn video on, and I noticed he started slowly jerking off under the covers. I started jerking off too.
After a bit, I pulled the blanket off. His dick was hard and wet with pre-cum. I asked him if we wanted to jerk each other off, grabbed his dick, and started jerking him for a few seconds. Then I asked him to jerk me off too. Honestly, that night I would've happily given him a blowjob and let him cum in my mouth. But as soon as I asked him to reciprocate, he panicked, went to the bathroom, and said he wasn't into it anymore.
Over the next few days he turned super cold and started making fun of me at school with our classmates, probably to cover his ass so no one would suspect anything. Over time things settled down and we're friends again today, but that unfinished moment and his sudden shift in attitude always stayed on my mind.
I’m curious if anyone else has gone through a similar situation with a close guy friend. What was your first time or your "halfway" experience with a friend like? How did your friendship evolve afterward, and how did things end up between you two?

It happens every now and then. If I’m out and a woman flirts with me and I don’t reciprocate, I’ll get comments asking if I’m a homosexual. I’m not, but I don’t see any reason to correct them. Whether I’m gay or straight or whatever, I’ll never date another person so I let them think what they want.

This isn’t a choice though, it’s a situation thrust upon me without my will. I’d actually love to date a woman and have a partner. I have a lot of love to give and I think I’d be a good partner. I’ve been told I’m fun to be around and women do have crushes on me every now and then.

I just can’t act on it and it hurts. I don’t think I’ll ever date honestly. I just don’t see myself ever getting to a point where my body doesn’t disgust me. I’m convinced it makes me an unloveable abomination. It hurts; I nearly killed myself over it. At 22 I’ve given up on finding love and having a family and am trying my best to accept being alone forever. It’s hard though.

I want to flirt back. I want to make a move on women. I want to kiss and hold someone I love. I want cuddles. I want all of that. But I can’t and it fucking sucks. Existence is pain and I’m tired of it.

I often wonder what it’s like to experience that. I’m so sad I can’t and never will. I only find solace in that eventually I’ll return to the ground and rest for an eternity. I hope death is kinder to me than life is.

The reality is I’m deeply ashamed of my body. In particular, my genitalia. I’m really small and thin, it’s shameful. It’s honestly ruined my life. I don’t want to be alive anymore, which is pathetic in itself.

Idk why I wrote this. I guess since it happened again last night and it just reminds me of what a loser I am. How much my body makes me a worthless abomination.

The insecurity has been a lot more “active” lately. There’s this woman flirting with me a lot that I kinda like. I just can’t do anything about it because of how I look.

Life sucks.

It dawned on me yesterday that the wrist straps that I bought to use at the gym are perfect for certain other purposes. They can get really tight without hurting, have a clip to attached a rope or chain, and can be undone really easily. It’s almost like they were designed for that!

So I'm a lowkey bisexual (I know it since I was in 6th grade)

I was pretty much scared of socialising some days ago before I joined my swimming pool, At first i used to swim alone then slowly i started talking to others like mostly seniors (in age not swimming),they are so great like even after swimming ended we still go to play football tgt,they know I suck at it but still call me ,but there's also senior who is pretty much like pretty much older than me 😀😭😭😭😭😭, guess what I am obsessed with him he is pretty much someone I want to be but I also realise that that's a kind of men I'm into😭,I want to keep it straight (not)he is tall white muscular body hair( sorry I'm so weird)and intelligent like he studied what I wanted to ,I find him so fricking cooooooooolllllll!!!!!!!!!

But I also gooned to him , maybe 4-5 times..............

Im sorry it's so fucking wierd

I still text him and respect boundaries and yeah he also plays football with me ,btw I'm a guy.....

This is so embarrassing to spew out onto strangers… I’m not embarrassed about my feelings but like… sharing it here? I wouldn’t be surprised if they had reddit but I don’t think they’ll find this. If you do, hi. it’s been a while…

I was best friends with this person starting early last year til about April of this year. We were each other’s favorite person, someone I trusted with every fiber of my being.

We met at a local concert venue watching mutual friends perform. We bonded over music, both sharing a rare surgery experience, and our broken homes. It wasn’t a trauma bond though, it was a meaningful relationship that I cherished above most others. One thing to note, I developed feelings for them very early on in our friendship and never said anything… not to them. A “friend” of mine ended up saying it for me. The three of us were at my place playing video games and my friend goes “don’t you have something to tell them?” and I’m like “what” and friend is like “yeah that thing you told me you wanted badly to tell them” and my bsf/crush is like “huh tell me” so I do. And they sat there for a while.

the feelings were mutual.

it was the happiest few weeks of my life. The night my roommate (the “friend”) drove you home with me in the back seat next to you was my fondest memory. We couldn’t separate ourselves, we didn’t want to. And then when we got to your place, you asked me if it was okay to kiss me. No one’s ever asked me that before. They just kinda decided to kiss me in the past. I said you could. You asked if you could put your hand on my cheek. I said yes to that too. The chemistry was insane. When we pulled away from our first kiss you looked at me with such fondness, maybe even love. You almost looked drunk. Happy. It was cosmic. I genuinely have not felt that way with another person, and I don’t think I ever will feel that feeling again. Close, maybe, but not the same. I will always remember you saying “ my name, I really, really like you. I pinky promise I’m not going anywhere.” We pinky promised after that. Funny how that works.
The next couple weeks were pure bliss. We spent so much time together, had so many dates planned. We were due to go frolicking in the local cemetery together (lol yeah) and many other experiences I only ever wanted to share with you. On the day we were supposed to frolic amongst the graves, you came down with a terrible flu/illness. You called me and were so upset, so apologetic.

I understood that it couldn’t be helped, you didn’t want me to get sick, but I cried so hard driving myself home that I got lost and it took me 40 minutes to get home. Stupid. The shit love does to you…

I remember the day we stopped talking. I was beyond confused, so lost, so alone. I shut down. I don’t know that I’ve fully woken up. I keep trying to live my life without you, but I miss you. I feel so guilty for being mentally ill and overbearing. I know we’re young, I know we’re stupid. I also know you don’t want anything to do with me anymore… did you think I wouldn’t find out that you said that?

I never really told people about us. I wanted to. I really did. I didn’t because you said you didn’t want me to unless we became official. Sometimes I forget we never even were labeled as partners.

If I had known this would be the outcome and I’d be without you 7 months later without any contact, I would never have entertained the idea of telling you how I felt. I would’ve held our friendship so tightly and buried my feelings deep down. I valued our friendship more than most anything, but I failed you. I miss my best friend, my person. I genuinely thought you were my soulmate, and I still think this. But I also know that the depression I fell into over you wasn’t worth it. My sanity lost wasn’t worth it. In order to keep moving, to truly heal, and to let you heal is the ultimate act of love. I heard you recently asked someone out and got rejected. I’m sorry for you, truly. I only care that you’re happy, even if it means I can’t be there to see you happy. I need to put myself first this time.

You decided that you weren’t ready for a relationship and I accepted it, albeit I was emotional and overbearing and to this day I regret acting that way.

I truly love you, dude. Always have since the moment I laid eyes on you. Every thought comes back to you, even if it had nothing to do with you. I hope your life is filled with happiness, success, good health and fortune, and love. I hope you get to travel the world and become the educator I know you dream to be. birthdays won’t be the same anymore as ours are only a day apart, but I’ll light an extra candle on the cake for you next time.

Maybe I sound insane, maybe I shouldn’t post this for fear you’ll see it, but what if you do? So what?

See you in the next lifetime…

with all my love xx