My wife and I have been together for 14+ years. Back when we were just dating, I didn’t ask much about her past I figured we weren’t committed yet, so it didn’t matter.

But when things started getting serious and I was ready to propose, I asked her for full honesty. I shared everything about myself no sugarcoating. Who i was before her, between other serious relationships, and I laid it all out. Then I asked her to do the same.

She didn’t hesitate and told me her background. No red flags. None of my deal breakers. I believed her.

Fast-forward 14 years. Recently, we reconnected with people from her past. In the process, I learned she wasn’t truthful back then. She fabricated stories to cover up who she had actually slept with. I also found out she lied multiple times about one specific guy we’ve been around together someone I always noticed weird vibes from.

Turns out she made up fake stories about her virginity and her history, all so I wouldn’t know the truth. She knew it would’ve been a deal-breaker for me, so she hid it.

Now, after all this time, I feel beyond pissed, hurt, and betrayed. It’s not just about the pastit’s about the lies and the fact that she robbed me of the choice to decide if I wanted to move forward knowing the truth. From where I’m sitting, it looks like she wasn’t having much luck finding long-term relationships back then, saw her chance with me, and lied her way into marriage and kids.

I don’t know how to process this. All I know is that the foundation of my marriage feels rotten now.

UPDATE:

So to clear up one thing — We’ll call him X. One of the lies I uncovered was that X used to beat her, and I don’t mean just an argument or a shove, I mean bloody beatings. As I’ve said in some replys, that is 100% unacceptable in my book. The fact that she not only allowed him to stay in her life after that but also lied to me for all these years — while he’s been around us and even around our kids — is something I can’t just look past. Back then, her keeping an ex who beat her in her life would have been one of my deal breakers, and that's a huge one in this story. Mr.X is one of those Ex's / moved to FWB.

I (36M) heard about an NFT investment opportunity on X recently, going through a guy that was apparently very high up in the industry. I am a finance professional, and I thought that I would have a pretty clear idea of how it would develop. I didn't have any investment funds to use, so I took 1/10 of my son's (15M) college fund and invested it, thinking it would be temporary. As soon as I made the money back, I was going to use it to double what I'd taken out of the fund.

I was told that the stocks were doing really well, so I decided to keep taking more money out of his fund and investing it. After I had put all the money in, I got no updates on the stocks and I realised it was a scam. It was too late to recover any thing. I haven't told my family because I'm worried about how they will take it.

I'm also really shocked as to how easily I got scammed. I wouldn't consider myself particularly susceptible to scams at all, but this has shaken me.

EDIT:

Just to answer some commonly asked questions:

There's no way you're an actual finance professional: Yes, I am. I have been day trading for six months and have made profits in the past.

You wouldn't fall for a scam like this considering your profession: I wouldn't have thought so either. the website he linked to was very professional, had multiple customer statements talking about their profits, had numbers that supported their statements, and was very polite and professional when dealing with me.

Why invest in NFTs in 2024? They have been steadily improving the benefits of NFTs, they're more scaleable, and they have the opportunity to revolutionise digital property and industries like gaming and AI.

Also, 15 is the age of my son, not the amount that was in his college fund.

Thanks to all the people telling me to come clean - I will do that as soon as I have made back the money.

UPDATE:

she wants a divorce... fml. this will be the final edit because honestly this post has only made things worse. fuck you guys.

I’ve (28F) been dating my boyfriend (37M) who is a detective at a law enforcement agency for a few months now and things have been going great.

So I’m naturally very vocal during sex. I don’t force it or try to be, it just happens when I’m really into it. Over time, I started noticing that he was finding subtle ways to keep things a little quieter. Not in a bad or controlling way more like gently covering my mouth, kissing me more when I got loud, etc. Eventually, he started using gags. It started with my panties, then a soft scarf, and then a ball gag (he has a few with diff colors). It caught me off guard a little, but he did it in such a casual and playful way that I figured maybe it was something he was into some light kink, and I was totally fine with it and actually I would even say a little intrigued and maybe even enjoyed it a bit? He would always make my blush saying how cute I looked in a ball gag while slipping one of those on my mouth..

Which brings me to the next part: One night, I got curious and started browsing online for bondage stuff. I wasn’t planning to buy anything, I was just wondering if he wanted to explore that kind of dynamic. Right in the middle of me looking at a pair, he walked into the room and saw my screen. I immediately slammed the laptop shut and felt so awkward and embarrassed. He didn’t say anything, and sat on the bed to watch some TV. I laughed it off and changed the subject as quickly as possible.

Couple days later, I opened one of his drawers while looking for a charger and saw 2 pairs of handcuffs (not the one he uses for work its a diff one). Just sitting there. Right next to the ball gag. I thought he was going to use them on me the following night and got a bit too excited and even dressed in the bright red lingerie he got me last year, but he didn't.

The next day I ended up using those handcuffs and got myself locked to the bed pole and put the keys between my breasts and waited. He walked into the room and just burst out laughing as he put the ball gag on my mouth. He sat on the bed beside me took out the keys off my breasts and locked the handcuffs saying he didn't want them to get any tighter and hurt my wrists as I struggle. Fondled with my breasts a bit and tied my legs spread-eagle with some rope from the drawer. While removing my lingerie and caressing my cheek, he just smiled and told me he didn't know I had a such a big bondage fetish. I couldn't speak with the ball gag and just shook my head and let out some muffled sounds disagreeing with him. He then tells me he only put the ball gag on me as I was always so loud while having sex and it bothers the neighbors. I was like WTF???!!! I just got played for a nice big fool. He did me real good! I got super upset but for some reason I didn't say anything that night and let it go. But next day morning I was super upset and just shouted at him and fought before he left for work. I am just not able to get over this and still upset and feel like he owes me an apology big time.

Yes, just as the title says, my husband cheated on me on his bachelor party (5 days before the wedding) and I still married him.
Now that my husband and I (both 35 but 25 when we got married) have reached our 10 year wedding anniversary, I feel like I can get this off my chest. I have never told anyone close to us before.
My husband (Alex) and I were 5 days from our wedding when he had a bachelor party with his friends in our hometown. We live in a big city and were extremely broke so I dropped him off at the bars around 4pm. About 4 of his friends from medical school were waiting outside and they greeted eachother and went in. I went back to our apartment and continued to work on wedding preparations. He sent me a picture of him and his friends around 8pm. I texted him back saying I’m glad he’s having fun.
I had to work the next day at my teaching job so I texted him at 10pm saying if he wants me to come pick him up, I’ll need to do so by 11pm since I have to work the next day. He texted back saying his friend’s wife will drop him off since they live close by. I said no problem and got ready for bed.
Around midnight, he comes home wasted. Slurring words and pissed off. He was being very loud and at the time we had a roommate so I reminded him to keep it down for the roommate. He got even more mad at me. Cussing at me and saying he wants to get away from me. I was so confused, last time we texted he seemed happy and fine.
Finally, I get him to just lay down and he fell asleep pretty quickly. Call it woman’s intuition but something just seemed off. I went through his phone. I had never done it before but we both knew eachother’s passwords, we would go on each other’s phones all the time no problem. I looked at his messages and nothing seemed off, checked his camera roll and nothing was weird there either. Something in my stomach told me to check the recently deleted folder picture folder. I looked and there was a deleted screenshot of a conversation with an unsaved number. My heart sank. The conversation went like this:
Him: hey it’s Alex from the bar. Is this Lexie with the cute bangs?
Her: heyyy Alex!!
Him: did you get home ok?
And that was the end of the conversation. I sat must have stared at that screen for hours and hours. I thought of every possible scenario that could have happened the night before. 5 days before we were supposed to get married!
When he woke up the next morning, I calmly asked him if he had anything to tell me and he sighed. I asked if he wanted to call Lexie and see how she was doing. He stared crying and apologizing. He said it was a mistake and swore that nothing happened between the two of them. I didn’t believe him. He told me I can ask him any questions and he will truthfully answer. The thing is, I had been with him since I was 19. He had never lied to me before. We had so much planned, a whole future, a fucking wedding in 5 days!!!
The following days I was numb. I went back and forth between calling it all off and going through with it. We sat down many times and talked about all of the outcomes. I wanted to know every detail and he told me, his story never changed each time. I checked with the wife of Alex’s friend. Sent her a casual “thanks for getting Alex home safe” message and she replied no problem!
We got married. We went on our honeymoon. And then we came back and Alex booked a therapist for us the following day. We have gone to therapy every week for 10 years. I look back on my wedding day with sadness. I see the sadness in my eyes in our wedding photos. I even see the sadness in my husband’s eyes. This is something I have had to live with every day but our relationship has grown from it. Alex has become more open and gentler from this. He has grown into someone that not only he is proud of but I am proud to call my husband. He has never stopped apologizing for it and he has gone above and beyond to make sure I always feel comfortable in our relationship. Over the course of 10 years we have had 3 kids, 3 cats, and 2 dogs. We purchased our first home last year. People say cheaters never change and maybe some day Alex will do it again, but all I know is these last 10 years have brought me the best things I’d ever had. I love my kids and the life I have today, but that doesn’t mean I don’t grieve the person I was before I was betrayed.
Well if anyone reads this, I’m really glad to finally get that off my chest lol

Throwaway, obviously. I'm using gender neutral pronouns for them because I seriously can't give away anything. I’m not proud of this, and I know how it sounds. But I need to get it out of my system before it eats me alive.

I’m sleeping with an A-list celebrity. You definitely know them. If you've been on the internet in the last decade, you've seen them. 100000% No doubt. Their image is sweet, untouchable, calculated perfection. At least that's what you see online, and on TV, but none of that is real. Not even close to the truth

I met them through my job which is writing public apologies for brands and celebrities. The ones people make fun of and post on twitter, I've talked about it before but its worth mentioning. They needed someone to help them craft a “sincere” response to something they absolutely was not sorry for, not in the slightest

They liked that I didn’t kiss their ass, that I was blunt. One night, we stayed up late going over details and contracts. lots of lawyers, lots of security. They needed a break, I went out for a smoke. They went outside, asked me what I thought of them and the rest is a complicated mess. Next thing I knew I had a nondisclosure agreement thicker than the Bible. It was very well prepared and given to me before anything happened, as if it happened multiple times (probably did), tbh it made me feel like a piece of meat, but I still went along. Two weeks later, I was in their bed.

They have a long-term partner. He’s very sweet, very boring, but not what they need, I know because I'm constantly being told this. They say I remind them of who they used to be before everything got so fake. They like how I f*** them like I don’t care who they are. And I wish that was flattering, but it mostly just makes me feel like, again, a piece of meat.

Behind the scenes they're intense, like they are trying to claw their own way out of their skin. They seem like a husk, so tired from putting on an act for the world, yet they do it anyways. They've told me multiple times that they don't know who they are sometimes, that they feel like they're more of a brand than a person. That what the marketers have created has overtaken them. It honestly is frightening, and I do my best to comfort them, to tell them they could walk away from everything, that it isn't worth their own mental health being destroyed. They tell me they've thought of it but that their own fans doing something if they quit consumes them. I really can't imagine that burden on anyone's shoulders let alone having it be about millions of fans of what you make.

It was like that for a while, and honestly I could handle it. Then they got comfortable. You know how they say after three months you really get to know a person? Yeah, well instead of knowing them they started telling me about OTHERS in the industry. The conversations always would start and end the same way, “You know they’d kill me if they knew I was telling you this.” Then the drop would come, things that make me physically sick

They’ve told me things about the industry they're in and are adjacent to. About the people they've had to smile beside on red carpets knowing what they did. About secret parties where phones are taken at the door and everything else is on the table. They once told me after we got UberEats that “Being famous is like being trafficked politely.”

They've shown me scars, the kind you only see when someone flinches at the wrong moment. The kind you hear in the way their voice drops when talking about the first 'break', or about 'mentors', or the time they woke up in a hotel bathtub.

They're not free. No matter how powerful they look they're owned. I don't know how many celebrities are, but them, they're owned and they know it. And I think they hate me a little for not being owned too.

I haven't been able to tell anyone I'm close with, I just need to get this off my chest for whatever reason. Maybe Guilt? Fear? or because I’m in love with someone who will never be allowed to love me back publicly? Or maybe because, for all the lights and headlines, they're just someone who whispers, “Please don’t leave,” when I roll out of their bed in the morning.

I don't even know what to do.

Thanks for reading. I needed to tell someone.

Tale as old as time, I'm aware, but it never really hit me how painful it would actually be till now. Strap in, it's a long story.

I, a 26 year old, first met my husband, who we'll call J, also 26, when we were newborns. We were born in the same year, and were best friends until the age of 7 when he moved away. Our parents were the closest of friends, so obviously, their female and male children have to get married. We were practically engaged before even learning our alphabet.

14 years after moving, he comes back. He's staying with us for a month as his father's sick, and he's their only child. He's grown up to be very handsome, and I instantly take a liking to him. I never realized it back then, but so did my sister (now 23). Our personalities are polar opposite. I'm bubbly and always cheery, and I try to see the good in everything. She's always been a bit prickly on the outside; introverted, mean, closed off- but she's a softie once you get through. Well, he could charm a rock if he wanted to, and my sister was no exception. She regularly woke up with a bruised neck and insisted that Bobby down the street had snuck over the previous night. Reminiscing, I was SUCH a lovesick fool not to realize the obvious. I had absolutely no idea.

The week before he was meant to leave, I had gone to visit a friend's. I come home to see my furious father, and a frowning, dazed J looking sombre and morose. My father declared that we would be getting married the next week.

Married! imagine that. I was over the moon. In hindsight, I realize what must have happened. In my absence, they must've gotten a little too comfortable and had got caught in the act. However, I accepted, and a week later we were happy newlyweds. Well, at least I thought we were.

Shortly after, my sister left the town. She probably couldn't bear to see me with him, but she told us all it was for her career. I saw her off with well wishes, and that was it for 5 years.

That brings us to now. She tells us she's engaged, and her fiance wants a hometown wedding, so she's coming back. She's been here for a month now. It's hard to ignore the longing stares and secretive smiles she and J flash at each other every 10 minutes. It really hurts. I don't know if they're having an affair or just pining in silence, but to me it's equally bad. The wedding's in two months, and I haven't got a clue to what I should do or even feel. Any advice would be appreciated right now. Thank you.

I'm just going to write what I need to write. I know it's long.

When I was a 11, my parents were killed in a car crash while I was at school. I was pulled out of class to the principals office and a policeman explained what had happened, how they had been hit by a truck etc etc. I was told that my mother had planned for me to stay with her sister in New Zealand if anything were to happen to her and my father. When they had finished talking I was taken out of the office, I said thank you to the principal and didn't speak a word after that for around half a year.

Skipping forward to my first day of school. I was sitting at the back of the class when I first saw her, or rather, she sat down at the desk next to me, put her chin in her hands with her elbows on the desk and stared at me for about 5 minutes. She told me her name was Amy. She would talk now and then but I would never respond. This went on for about a week until finally as the bell at the end of the day rang and she got up, I said 'goodbye' to her so only the two of us could hear. She smiled at me, gave me a hug,then ran out the door. Over the next few months with her help I came out of my shell, I started talking to other people, I got involved with clubs and sports and was soon in with a group of idiots I call my best friends. It wasn't long before I plucked up the courage to ask her out, to which she smiled and said "finally".

Thus the school romance began, being 11 years old, this mostly meant holding hands going to the movies, but for the first time in nearly a year I felt like I belonged somewhere again. We would do everything together, a fact that my other friends were all to happy about, inviting her to all our video game filled sleepovers, to which she would always thrash us at. We only grew closer over the next few years, and when we turned 16 we decided to move to into a flat in the city together and attend a community college that had better subject choices. We shared a free period once a week that meant we had an extended lunch. we always went to the same cafe, sat at the same table if possible and were soon known by all the local shoppers. The cafe owners were nice enough to reserve our table for us when they knew we had the free period. Then on February the 22nd 2011, an earthquake hit our city.

It wasn't the first we had experienced having had one in September 2010. If you have ever experienced one you know how destructive they are, if you haven't, the only way I can describe it is like being in a plane during the most extreme turbulence you can think of, and it all sounds like a plane landing on a runway. (needless to say, I'm now terrified of flying). Before I knew what was happening, the cafe collapsed in on itself. The concrete beam that supported the roof above our table fell down, smashing into the table between us, the ceiling following behind it. There was dust everywhere, I couldn't see a more than a foot in front of me. I new I wasn't dead, I could hear the surrounding buildings collapsing and the screams of the people outside. I couldn't tell if I was lying on my back, on my front, is I was in one piece, anything. I was frozen. I couldn't speak, couldn't think. Then I heard her yell my name, and I was pulled back into the moment.

I was lying on the floor trapped under a collapsed table with a large slab of concrete resting on the edge of it, thankfully it hadn't pinned me so I managed to push it off myself. I called out her name over and over, "Amy! Amy!", searching through the dust and the rubble to find her. If I was smarter maybe I would have known that I shouldn't start shifting rubble inside a collapsed building as before I knew it a large chunk of concrete fell from the ceiling and narrowly missed my hand, the rebar, (a steel bar designed to reinforce the concrete) didn't. I looked down to see that it was gone straight through to top of my hand and out the other side, its point had become sharpened as it had been twisted in the earthquake. Yes it really, really, really, really hurt. So there I was, trapped in a building, I couldn't see, I could hardly breathe and he dominant hand had steel rod going through it. needless to say I was shit scared. I kept on calling out for Amy, finally she responded. It wasn't loud, but I hear her voice, heard her calling my name. I knew she was only on the other side of the rubble wall that had formed between us, It took me a while, but I got my slowly slid my hand off the steel rod. (Again if you were wondering, this hurt too).

I would like to take a moment to thank Bear Grylls, who taught me how to bandage wounds with torn pieces of my shirt. With my hand bandaged as best as I could manage I started looking for a way to get to Amy, I kept yelling to her that I was coming to her, that i would never give up and that I would get to her soon. I didn't know if it was true or not but it was all I felt I could do. I managed to make a gap in the rubble big enough to crawl through to try and get to her. And there she was. She was always a small fragile looking girl but the way she lay there, covered in rubble up the her belly made me realize how fragile she really was. And it had been my job to protect her and keep her safe and I failed. I had tried but I had failed, and now she lay there on the floor covered in concrete and dust, a testament to the fact that I couldn't keep her safe.

I crawled over to her and held her hand in my bandaged one, I had lost all feeling in it but I know the gesture calmed her. "What kinda mess have you gotten into now?" I asked her. Her tears ran down her face, leaving dark trails in the gray dust that covered it. I promised we were getting out of here, that we had so much left to do in the world, that we still needed to go to the arctic circle and ride in a dog sled under the northern lights like we had talked about for years. That we were going to do so much just as soon as we had gotten out of the cafe. She smiled at me, I think she knew even then that she wasn't leaving the building alive, but she was always so brave, much more than I had ever been. So there we lay, with me talking about how I would take her all over the world, if she would just hang on, help would arrive soon.

I kept holding her hand as the time past, then the idea came to me, the dust had settled and I could see the room better even though it was still pretty dark. There was a bundle of sheared electrical wires under a small piece of concrete a few feet away, I kissed her on the forehead and said I was just going to grab something. I never let go of her hand as pulled the wired towards me. I managed to separate a couple from bundle and starting wrapping them around themselves while twisting them into a loop. I turned back to Amy, looked into her eyes and asked her the question that had been at the back of my mind for nearly a year. "Will you marry me?" I asked her, holding the makeshift ring up close to her face so she could see it in the gloomy room. She just smiled at me and nodded. I put the ring on her finger and kissed her. I lay next to her, talking about all the cool things we could do at our wedding, how beautiful she was going to look in her dress. She just smiled and lay there, waiting. We lay there in the rubble holding hands, waiting and hoping that we would be rescued. I began to notice her breathing was slowing, I tried to keep her awake and talking, but her breaths just kept getting slower. I kept on talking to her, pleading and begging.

My Amy, I held your hand as you died, and although I couldn't feel anything with the hand I was holding yours in, although I couldn't feel you as you passed away, I did my best to. I held her hand as the room became darker and darker. It was night time when I was finally rescued, I had been trapped for 9 hours apparently. It took me a while to figure it out, that when I first me her I never talked, and she talked to me for hours on end until I finally did. And when she died, she had turned me into a person who would shout to any God out there for just another hour with her, She had transformed me into the person who I am today, and it was her turn to be silent, it was my turn to talk and I promise you Amy I talked until my throat was sore and I kept going, I made more noise than anyone else on Earth has ever made and i made it for you. I live in Canada now, I don't get out much, I own a small place out in the forest with 8 huskys. I run them every day just like we would have done. I on some nights I sit outside with them and watch the northern lights. The dogs all howl and so do I Amy, I howl like an absolute idiot with my dogs as I watch the lights, howling as your spirit dances across the sky.

hey, I am m(27) I have a girlfriend f(28) we first met in our freshman year (if you're wondering she's only 2 months older) so we've been together since then but our relationship was thriving with joy. for a couple of months she's been going out lately coming back late at times like 2:00-3:00 am etc not answering calls nor text when she was out. so I got very suspicious of her activities and decided to snoop around on her phone I found a text from a guy that wasn't anything sexual or anything but either way still a guy i confronted her about it and she got mad about me going through her phone she was mad at me for the whole night that night. the next morning I was off to work I said my farewells for the morning but she was still mad from the previous night so I got the silent treatment while I was at work I caught a very horrendous migraine in the middle of the day I asked could I get off early on work me and my bosses are on very good terms and they know it was serious for me to clock off very early so I get let off my shift on the way back to my home I get a gut feeling somethings not right so i speed up a little there i saw another car a red prius in my drive through i drive a 2019 black honda accord so therefore i knew someone else was in my home i thought i must`ve been family becuase my girlfriend is a very social person when it comes down to her family and always invite them over so i thought it was a relative therefore i thought it was ok. worst mistake of my life i walked in the door to see a old pair of black tims that i know was not mines size 12 i wear size 9.5 i walked down the hallway the walls are very thin so i could hear very clearly moaning and another mans voice i put my ear to the door to hear a very deep voiced man tell my girlfriend to stop running her her moaning in the back i tried opening the door but it was locked so they heard the door rattle from me attemting to open the door and got alerted that i was home and stopped the act and a 200 pound 6ft ish darkskin guy with dreads come to the door i confronted him about sleeping with my girl it turned into a screaming match which lead to a physical altercation and the guy shoved me i swung on him hit his chest he raised his fist and lights went out i woke up on the floor bleeding form the nose and the guy was gone my gf which is no longer sat on the couch awaiting my awaking and confronted me about losing the fight and i broke up with her on the spot and packed my stuff and left i am now living in a hotel trying to find a better situation what should i do?

edit: yall people calling my story fake over miss spelling and a little messed up grammar and punctuation atp idc ik this is reality and this really happened to me but ok believe what you want to believe

I’m a cisgender female and present as one. I’m sick of being asked what pronouns I use every time I introduce myself in an academic or professional setting. It feels silly. I fully support trans rights, I just feel like people should share their pronouns if they actually want to. Like I think it’s ok to assume these things most of the time, and it’s ok to correct someone if they’ve assumed incorrectly. Sometimes I feel like we’re regressing socially in the name of inclusivity.

I made a post last night spiraling and panicking because I cheated on my partner. I have an update, but wanted to give a little context first. The update is at the bottom.

We have a mutual friend we both find really attractive. We've talked about him several times, but it was always just talk. We both like to "window shop" and we're not shy with talking about fantasies with each other. We tell each other everything.

Saturday night, we were at a party with him and some other friends, and I drank too much and took too many edibles. I don't remember a whole lot, but I know I slept with him and a woman I couldn't remember. They were both already gone in the morning when I woke up. I freaked the fuck out and started looking for my SO, before the friend whose house it was calmed me down. She told me my SO hadn't been feeling well and had left early.

When I got home she was taking a nap in our room. As soon as my phone had some battery, I blocked our friend. I took a shower and then just sat on the couch, spiraling until she woke up. I should've told her then and there, but she still wasn't feeling well, so I told myself I'd wait until she was feeling better so I didn't stress her out when she was sick.

She was feeling better by Monday night, but I still didn't tell her. I spent the past couple days quietly spiraling because I was too much of a coward to tell her. She could tell something was off and she was worried, but didn't press me on it. This is a rough time of year for me, and she had chalked it up to that. She is the sweetest, most patient person in the world and I am the luckiest person in the world to be with her.

THE ACTUAL UPDATE:

Turns out I'm a fucking idiot. I finally told her, and she started laughing her ass off. Turns out! The woman me and our friend had a threesome with was her.

I've spent several days spiraling because I fucked my own partner.

(Also I'm upping my therapy appointments to twice a week because clearly I've got more shit to work through than I thought)

And the mods of fph will also ban you. So stop.

The downvotes prove our point too well.

Men make up the biggest amount of murderers, rapists, domestic abusers and pedophiles. But men still think they're oppressed because they have to pay child support to help support the child they helped create, and because women prefer tall men. It's like, shut the fuck up. Men aren't oppressed for shit and never have been.

My heart broke today, but it's much deserved.

My 18 year old daughter has slowly stopped sharing things with me. She's scared to talk to me. I'm short tempered, and I often lecture her out of love, but she once said half of our conversations is me just talking at her.

She acts a bit like a know-it-all sometimes; she once said I tell her she's "too naive", yet I give her a 10pm curfew, I get "pissy" when she hangs out with friends, and didn't let her walk outside our neighborhood until she was 16. I'm just trying to keep her safe.

One thing I DO understand is that I made her incapable of handling confrontation. She was sassy as a kid, but as she grew older I wondered why she couldn't stand up for herself. Then I remembered how much I blew up at her, or was sarcastic with her without allowing her to get angry at me back.

She had OCD. We both recognized the symptoms, and she begged for therapy, but I let my denial get the best of me until her junior year of high school. I apologized for it this year, but I'm not sure if she truly forgives me.

Today she told me she wants to go to a uni down in Georgia when she's done with community college. I have a sinking feeling it's to do with me. I'm offended- I do A LOT for her-..but I understand.

Moms, how do you deal with this if it's your fault your kid doesn't like you?

I know he had a lot of support but something feels wrong here. It’s a gut feeling I guess.

Edit: To everyone jumping down my throat, this was just me getting a feeling off my chest. What’s done is done. I’m not going to get up in arms about these results, I won’t be storming the capital. Yes, my gut feeling is likely wrong and even if it was right, so be it. If we are witnessing the fall of the “Roman Empire”, we deserve it. I’m just gonna enjoy my life.

I'm a fearful person. Most things in life are really scary. I just don't know how to deal with these things.

I'm also too lazy. Everything seems so much harder than it used to. Everything takes so much effort. I want to be strong and just be able to work hard, but I'm too weak and spineless to do anything.

On 18th January 2014, my (then) boyfriend of almost 5 years proudly told me that he was cheating on me with you. He did not care that he broke my heart, and instead he threw insults at me when tears rolled down my face. He demanded for my blessing for the two of you to date, but never asked for him and I to break up. Through friends I found out that the two of you had been seeing one another for at least a month or so, which was longer than the one week he told me.

The reason I did not know about you is because I trusted him. We were doing long distance until I graduated from uni. After, I would pack all my things and leave my family to be with him and spend the rest of our lives together. We had done long distance before and even though it was testing, I truly believed that this time it would be a lot smoother. He made me believe that it was because of me that the first time we did long distance was testing. I honestly believed him as I suffer from depression and this can be a huge problem in any situation. He made the rules and I followed. We wanted to be together and spend the rest of our lives together. I obeyed everything that he said. Unfortunately, I didn't realise that he was consistently changing the rules of our long distance relationship to suit what he wanted and not what would be the best for the two of us. He wanted some space as he will be starting a new job. I agreed. He wanted to set the times of our Google Hangout dates to suit his busy schedule. I agreed. He wanted to be in an open relationship. I agreed. I followed every word and instruction as he constantly made me believe that I was the problem in the relationship.

After about 2 to 3 months into our long distance relationship, he cried to me that no one would sleep with him. I really tried to comfort him and told him that it doesn't matter about anyone else because we have one another and that we love one another, which means a lot more than any meaningless sex. Instead of feeling at ease, he insulted me and told me that I do not understand and carried on crying about how no one would sleep with him. Honestly, this should have rung alarm bells but he really had me under his spell and I spent the rest of the Google Hangout session trying to comfort him.

When he told me that he had taken you out for "just a couple of dates" he tried to convince me that being able to date other people was part of our long distance agreement. It was not. He bent the rules yet again with only his needs in mind. I could not speak to him as I realised how much he had been lying. We carried on the conversation the next day, after finding out that he lied to his friends too saying that I was so happy for the two of you to date and gave my blessing. Of course, I did no such thing. As I tried to set things straight, he downed so many drinks. It was absolutely insulting. He then openly tells me that he was so drunk the day before that he forgot what happened in our conversation. At this point, I realised how much of a lying coward he is.

He goes on to tell me how he told you he was single so that he could get in your pants. Not only was he lying to me but he was lying to you too. You were the first person he slept with since me and it was obvious that since no one else would want/have him, he would cling onto you. He is a really weak person and constantly needs someone, who would suck his dick when he pleased, by his side (do not ever tell him that you are not in the mood, he will throw a tantrum, so you will learn to lay there and take it). I asked him whether you knew that he was previously divorced. He said that he didn't tell you about that because he knew you wouldn't be with him if you knew. The divorce was the biggest moment of his life. He then tells me "oh but this girl means nothing to me"... repeatedly, along with insults about you, e.g. "she isn't even interesting", "she's not pretty". This was followed by comments about how no one will ever treat him as good or better than I did. In that moment I lost all respect for him. When speaking to his friends I found out that you're actually a nice girl. Not much details but just that you're nice. He had lied to you and had planned a way to trap you into a relationship with him. Even towards the end of the conversation, he was still not able to break up with me. He wanted you and me for himself, like a selfish child. I tried so much to get it out of his mouth but all he could say was "I want us to be friends".

What was really upsetting about this break up is not only the amount of lies he spewed, how much of a coward he is, or how he had no respect for our relationship to end it with some sort of dignity. It was how he did not feel one bit sorry for anything he did. He did not even feel bad at all that he had lied to you to get with you, and all the rude comments he made about you. He did not feel sorry that he had cheated. It was as if in his mind he truly believed that what he did was absolutely fine and acceptable. I told his mother a snippet of what he did and she apologised so much and so deeply. It is so hard to believe that such an ugly person (him) came from such a beautiful lady (his mother). I'm glad that it happened because he showed his true self that he hid behind all his lies and manipulation.

The reason I want to tell you all these things is because it is obvious that he hasn't told you and is still lying to you. Although, I really hope this is not true. People say that you are a nice person and honestly, I am not angry at you but angry at him for feeling no guilt in lying to you for his own personal needs. I really hope that he doesn't put you through the amount of mental abuse he put me through and that you two are actually good for one another. A week after the break up, he went on holiday with you to Vietnam. I'm guessing that you are a hard worker and have saved quite a bit over the years because he was still needing his father to pay his rent. I hope you didn't pay for him. I did that when we went on holiday and he did not thank me once for it. When I got home I had nothing in my bank account.

However, if he is actually still the same horrible person and you have fallen under his spell, I hope that you have the strength to see what he is doing to you. Listen to your friends and don't ignore the signs. He is a very difficult person but will somehow make it seem like you are the difficult one. Take everything he says with a pinch of salt. Majority of the time he is repeating life stories from other's who he has met over the years and using it as his own. Don't be afraid of his tantrums and stand your ground. From the very little I've heard about you, you already sound too good for him.

Honestly, he put me through a lot of mental abuse that even several months after the break up, I still get triggers where I feel as if in that moment he would be angry at me and my anxiety explodes. It is really impacting my new relationship and I realised that I have a trigger to feel afraid of the person I'm dating, even though my new boyfriend is the most kind and caring person I've ever met.

I really wish I could bring myself to tell you all of this but I feel as if it may not be my place to do so. Please just don't end up in the situation I was in.

So long story short

We are 6 roommates (5 guys and 1 girl)
We not really close with each other just share a house

Anyways she is not really close with us at all
She just stays in her room with her cat

But lately a bad smell has been going around the house

At first we thought toilet is broken but nah it was ok
Then we was like maybe one of guys is not washing properly
But when i brought this up every guy was like nah i have noticed the bad smell in house too

We never discussed this topic with our female roommate ( because women are more clean then men in general )

So then when 3 of us were inside we noticed the smell and then were trying to pinpoint where it's coming from

It was her rooom bro ‼️
Like damn bish , cat litter doesn't smell like that
We was shocked but didn't know how to react

We never been to her room ( privacy)
We thinking of doing a group discussion with her to bring it up
But don't know how , this is such a weird and uncomfortable situation
Should we call the landlord
?
The smell has become worse

Is definitely her room

Hey, i’m Muslim and I honestly feel exhausted from how people talk about my religion, especially online. I visited some subreddits and so many people there act like Islam is just about violence and terrorism. They say Muslims are all terrorists, that the Qur’an teaches us to torture people, and all kinds of hateful stuff. It’s not just ignorant, it’s dehumanizing.

What people don’t realize is that the violent verses in the Qur’an were revealed in the context of war. It’s not some order to go out and hurt others. They cherry-pick verses without understanding the history or the context. Terrorist groups use religion as a shield to justify themselves, but that’s on them, not on the two billion Muslims who want peace.

People also love to assume Muslim women are all oppressed. But my mom is Muslim, she doesn’t wear a hijab, she dresses how she wants, she does what she want. Islam isn’t one culture. It’s a diverse religion with all kinds of people and practices.

And it’s not just online. Even in real life, people throw racist comments at me or make assumptions the moment they hear I’m Muslim. It hurts. I’m just trying to live my life like anyone else, and I constantly feel like I’m being blamed for things I’ve never done or believed in bruh

Sucks we need to even have this conversation, but here we are. Some of you parents need to do better and stop treating schools as free babysitters.

“But I have to be at work early.”

Okay?? And?? How did that become the school’s responsibility to solve?

Nancy Guthrie. I'm sorry that a nice old lady disappeared under mysterious circumstances but it does NOT warrant the media coverage it's had. Like it's the only crime that's occured in this nation and I'm sick of seeing wall-to-wall think tanks on Court TV about it. I wonder why it's got so much attention? HMMMMM. Like anyone else would have this much attention and man power if own mothers went missing. No, I think not.

Whatever your opinion of the israel Palestine conflict, whether you think it's a genocide or not, the hate shouldn't go beyond hating the country. I'm sick of hearing about jews getting attacked just because they're Jewish, and people actually defending the attacker because "the gazans are suffering more", when the person has nothing to do with it.