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My boyfriend has just started streaming and he seems pretty excited about it. He didn’t buy a whole set-up yet but he live streams whenever he is on. I streamed briefly and know how hard it is to get viewers. I open multiple private browsers on my personal laptop, work laptop and phone – this way I can have his stream going and it counts as multiple viewers. When he saw 4, he was stoked. It’s only 4 viewers but he was so happy. There’s very little in this world right now that can cause that genuine happiness and expression. I sit on the other side of the couch with the volume down on all devices and just pretend I’m doing schoolwork.
My wife and I are both in our 30s. We have a daughter. My wife has always been pretty into appearances but it was never that bad. She just wanted things to look nice when people came over.
Then she started an Instagram page for moms and got a massive amount of followers, about 400 thousand since our daughter was born. Ever since then, I feel like I don’t live in a house I live in an Instagram photo shoot. There can’t be any proof we actually live here. My wife stresses so much about things looking good that she doesn’t actually enjoy the moment. She started a fight with me right after our daughter took her first steps because I had put my drink down on the table behind her and it’s “all she could see” and how she’d need to edit it out of the video. She called me a selfish prick for putting my drink down on a coffee table to watch my daughter take her first steps.
Our daughter’s bedroom is just a mass of beige and cream, there are barely any toys in it which was fine while our daughter was small but now she’s getting older. My wife refuses to buy her any toys that don’t match her “aesthetic” My mother took my daughter to the store and let her pick out a toy, she picked out this doll house from this show she watches, and she got all of the dolls and furniture, and my wife told her she had to keep it at my mother’s house because there was “no place for it at home” (she absolutely had room for it).
My wife is convinced I’m leaving for another woman, I’m having an affair, etc, but I’m not. I just can’t keep feeling like I live in a museum where I can’t touch or move anything, I can’t even build a blanket fort with my kid without my wife flipping out that they’re “decorative blankets” that she had folded a special way. I’m not going to force my daughter to live in an “aesthetic”.
My wife doesn’t know. But once or twice a month after she falls asleep, I order a medium pizza and 8 wings, and I eat them outside in the backyard, by myself, and throw away the evidence before I go back to bed. It’s honestly the most exciting thrill that I often daydream about and look forward to. I wake up pretty thirsty and bloated though, lol.
Six years ago, I swapped my then-girlfriend now-wife’s cat with a more well-behaved lookalike.
She had an all-black cat that was extremely aggressive. It scratched everyone, hissed at everyone, and didn’t use its litterbox half the time. My wife insisted she could get it to behave better. One week she went out of town to visit her family and I was supposed to go to her apartment and feed it.
The first night I went over, it scratched the sh*t out of my arm. I joked to the cat that it was not special and that I’ll replace it if it scratches again. The joke stuck with me until I thought about it enough that it wasn’t a joke. The next morning I went to the local animal shelter. Found an identical cat who was already litterbox trained and acclimated to people, but was a little skittish (its old owner died of a heart attack and the animal shelter people said they think that’s why it was skittish). But overall, it was a lot friendlier and better behaved, and the skittishness would help it resemble the original cat.
So I adopted it, took it to my wife’s apartment, settled it in, and then drove her original cat to an animal shelter a town over (I was paranoid my wife would find out if I took it to a local one).
It’s been 6 years since then. We got married 4 years ago. We still have the swapped cat. It answers to the original cat’s name. My wife knows nothing. She loves this cat and brags about how much better behaved it is. Every time I see it, I feel like a total piece of sh*t.
As a parent, I know full well that you can’t pause an online game. That’s why I give you clear instructions on how much time you have left. It’s your job to plan accordingly. I’ll probably get downvoted to h*ll for this, but it’s the truth.
I always give my kids updates on how long they have left. Ex: dinner’s ready in 30 minutes… 15… 5 minutes.
If you just started a 15-minute match, knowing full well you have to stop in 5, it’s your own d*mn fault. I gave you a deadline, when it’s over you shut your game.
My husband is a great guy and puts his family first. He has only loved two women in his life, her and me. I know he loves me, we’ve been married for over twenty years, has never strayed.
His ex is dying… She has days left.
She asked to see him as they were each other’s ‘first loves’. He went to see her, talked about the 80s, held her hand, hugged her and told her that he always loved her.
And, I’m ok with that. And, I’m OK with that!
He made soup last night, lentils and tomato, and a veggie curry. We’re going to drop some off later. She is at peace now. He’s devastated but taking comfort that she isn’t suffering anymore.
People wished me a happy birthday (the standard “happy birthday text/Facebook wall post, and I’m grateful for that) but no one came to hang with me to just eat (multiple people were invited). I don’t expect gifts, I’m too old to throw a fit but it’s difficult not to feel the godd*mn void of people when I’m just eating alone in my apartment, especially after two days ago we just celebrated another friend’s birthday, with a surprise birthday party(we’re all vaccinated), gifts and drinking. It’s been like this for 3 years now.
Maybe I’m that friend that people just tolerate but don’t really like.
The pizza and crepes are good though. I’m grateful for that.
Next year I’m just gonna travel by myself to another country.
I work for a fairly large company in the tech industry. I’ve worked there for about 5 years now and I have a fairly high-up role in management. Over the last few weeks, I got roped into helping build a new team within the company and was assigned to do multiple interviews. This was fairly short notice for me, so my job was only to do the interview and give my impressions of the candidate and the results of the interview. The company is also just back to doing in-person interviews so the process is even more wonky as of now. When I received the list of candidates for the day, I saw the name of a man we’ll call Brad. It had been over 15 years since I had last seen him, but I could never forget the face of the man who made my high school years a living h*ll.
Brad was your typical bully jock, I was an overweight theater kid in math and science, and you can see where this is going. Those were the worst years of my life, and Brad was one of the contributing causes to that. So to see him among the candidates here was a shock to me.
I didn’t believe it at first, but when Brad walked in for the interview I knew that I was face to face with the man who bullied me in high school. At first, Brad didn’t recognize me, but as we sat down he remembered who I was. He tried to play buddy-buddy with me. Pretend we were friends in high school, and I played along. I did the interview, and he did, ok. Nothing stands out, but the middle of the pact. He made a joke that I would “get him the job, right?” I laughed along and he left.
I finalized the interviews yesterday. I wrote Brad a scathing review. Downplayed everything good about him and exaggerated his flaws. Also wrote in that he tried to coerce me into giving him a good review because he “was an acquaintance in high school.”
I had a brief conversation with my father this past weekend. He wanted to let me know that he is officially retiring. I was happy for him. The old man has been working for the last 50 years nonstop since he was a teenager.
He then said, “Yeah, I will find part-time work to keep me busy. I can finally do something I like doing.”
This shook me. 50 years of hard work. Crawled his way up the corporate ladder to a Director-level position making well over six figures. After all that, he is just now doing something he likes doing? It has messed with my head the last few days. I am now questioning why I am working the job I work in corporate America. I don’t want to wake up 30 years down the road when I finally retire and say the same thing.
I’ve always been a $40k/yr guy. No education. We’ve been married for 20 years. In 2017, I landed a mediocre job that paid $70/k do to oil industry sh*t that I’ll never understand.
I told her it would be short-lived.
2019, we buy a house.
In 2020, I lose my job. I collect unemployment for a month, then go to work in a warehouse for $15/hr. She gets a job there to at the same wage.
Sweet. Both of us combined to make what I used to make. We’ll be fine. She says it’s fine cause she’ll do anything to keep the house.
After a week, she decides she can’t handle working 40 hours a week, so she makes this… post.. on Facebook talking down on me for not doing enough for my family after she quits the job.
I wanted to reply, but don’t wanna be “that guy” on Facebook, so I blocked her.
I’m ranting right now, cause I’m drunk and thinking of just walking away.
I feel like she’s totally in the wrong for being too lazy to work a 40-hour week.
She thinks she does enough at home…
Normally, I would agree, but she doesn’t do sh*t. The house is trashed when I get home. She’s usually stoned and drunk and doesn’t even know where our 9-year-old daughter is.
“She’s at the neighbor kids house” is her usual response.
My husband’s boss just called me because he couldn’t reach my husband and told me “I know he took off, but can you please ask him to come in.” He kissed me goodbye on his way to work eight hours ago and I can’t reach him either.
He was dressed for work when he left today. I packed him his lunch and told him to have a great day at work. He said thanks and left.
I don’t know why he would take the day off (according to his boss he’s been taking EVERY Thursday off- his exact words were “I KNOW THURSDAYS ARE YOUR HUSBANDS DAY OFF”) and not tell me.
Apparently, he goes to visit his brother every Thursday in a state penitentiary. He was ashamed to tell me he was in there. My husband’s grandfather spent time in jail. His father as well, a long time ago in his youth. My husband was worried about his brother there as well I was going to think it was an inevitability that he would wind up there. In my husband’s mind he didn’t want me to know that he comes from an entire family of what he calls “broken men”.
I met my husband on April 1, 2011. When his birthday rolled around that November, I asked him what his favorite flavor of the cake was so I could make it for him.
Yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
I went all out. I made everything from scratch and decorated it as best I could. He loved it. I promised him I’d make him a yellow cake with chocolate frosting every year for his birthday, and I have. 8 yellow cakes with chocolate frosting. He’s loved, everyone.
Flashback to March 3, 2012. My birthday was the first one I got to spend with him. He made me a delicious dinner, and when it was finished he proudly brought out what he had made for dessert.
Yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
He was so proud of it. He had spent so much time on it and it was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me. I finished my first slice, and he offered me another. So I ate that one, too.
I hate yellow cake with chocolate frosting.
He’s made me seven yellow cakes with chocolate frosting, one each year. It is our birthday tradition and I actually look forward to it in a weird way every year.
When I was helping him unpack from the last shopping trip I saw it all there: the sugar, the vanilla extract, the cacao powder. I asked him if he was baking something soon, and he just beamed at me.
I love this man so much. I’ll never tell him how I feel about yellow cake with chocolate frosting. They may even grow on me one of these years.
When I was 25, I was a tattoo artist working with my best friends. One of them came in and we went bowling after work, and I got drunk. I told him about the woman at our friend’s wedding was super hot and his girlfriend called her and asked her to come to the bowling alley. She was heavily tattooed and we hit it off instantly, even though she was light years out of my league.
So, my friend and his girlfriend bailed and she needed a ride home. Naturally, I obliged and things went as expected. I hadn’t spoken to her since, mostly out of fear she didn’t want anything more than a drunken hook-up. Sometime later I get a phone call to come hang out, and everything is chill. She lived with mutual friends so we just played games and drank, but she wouldn’t. Weird, but maybe she’s just not a drinker. At the end of the night, I go to leave and she walks out to my car and tells me she’s pregnant, catholic, and that we need to figure out what to do.
I said nothing. I got in my car and left, and packed my bags for Mexico.
It’s been 9 years.
Our daughter is 8, her birthday is in 2 weeks. Her sister is 2.
And their beautiful, intelligent, and clearly insane mother married me against all the protests from her family and I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life.
My(26M) wife(29F) just came out to me as lesbian and I’m not in the slightest okay with it.
We’ve been together for about 5 years but we were friends before that and I’ve pretty much been living a lie. I’ve seen for the first time in years what she looks like when she’s actually happy and not faking it, that just feels like a punch in my stomach. The last time I saw her like this was back in the early stages of our relationship. I have been falling deeper in love with her every day that we were together and we even had a beautiful son and now everything’s all over the place. I can’t really just up and leave to go process all of this because of my son but I can’t stand being here and seeing her every other day. I mean I’ve been pretending everything is okay but every time I see her I wanna scream until my head explodes.
We agreed to get divorced early next month and have already agreed to share custody, she seems to be happy that she’s finally herself and it just pisses me off that I’m the one that has to pretend now So that things stay smooth, and hypocritical of me yes but I’m only human and I can’t really lie to myself until I believe that I’m not angry. I really don’t want to be an absent father but I also would prefer not interacting with her for some time until I can properly deal with my anger towards her because I know that if I keep pretending everything’s fine my mental states only gonna get worse.
She was my high school sweetheart. The love of my life. My soulmate. When she suffered a brain injury and fell into a coma, I had no idea whether she would ever wake up again. When she did, she was severely disabled, and she was a different person.
I hoped her old personality would come back with time and therapy, but it’s been 5 years since she woke up, and I think this is just what she’s like now. She’s not a bad person, she’s just not the woman I fell in love with. I’m expected to be grateful that I got my wife back, but the truth is my wife died the day she was injured.
I hoped I would be able to fall in love with this new person, but you can’t just force yourself to fall in love with someone. So I resent her. I know it isn’t her fault, it’s not fair that I feel this way towards her, but I resent this new woman for taking my wife away, and for the fact that I have to take care of her.
I can’t leave her. She has no one else to care for her. And she still has my wife’s voice, her laugh, her smile. I couldn’t bear to lose those, they’re all I have left of the woman I love. So I pretend. I pretend I don’t notice that she’s a completely new person, I pretend I still love her, I pretend I don’t resent her. I care for her. I’ve accepted that this is my life now.
My husband and I have been struggling with infertility. We’ve tried some options and right now we’re looking into Surrogacy, My sister agreed to do it but my husband said he looked at how much time and money IVF would take and slowly started hinting that we take the traditional way. I was too shocked to even say anything but he acted like what he said was not even that big of a deal. He explained that it’s just a quick way for us to have a baby and spare the money and time to use later. I’m 100 percent against it, that is why I’m backing down and am no longer comfortable with this whole surrogacy route…I can’t even imagine my sister’s reaction once she hears my husband’s suggestion. I’m both devastated over the fact that 1, he’d even entertain having sex with my sister just because he wants the easy way and 2, if I ever agree despite feeling uncomfortable then I will always carry this memory of how the baby is conceived. I refused and shut his suggestion down hard. He’s now started guilting me saying I don’t trust him then saying I’m selfish for choosing to back out when he still wants to be a dad like he expected when he married me. Basically blaming me for my infertility issues.
I feel so devasted and like my body is useless and has failed me to the point where I could expect any negative comment on it whether true on not. emotionally and mentally… I just can’t express how I feel right now.
I haven’t seen or talked to any of them in 23 years. They disowned me for being gay when I was 17. Now one of my brothers and one of my sisters called me because the family business is bankrupt and my parents are in danger of losing their house. They want me to pay it off. They figure I can because my husband is an ophthalmologist. I’ve never laughed so hard. Telling them to f*ck off was one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done.
I’m divorcing my wife because she has been late for 90% of everything we have ever done together. Everyone we know is shocked and confused, but I don’t care.
No, I’m not having an affair.
No, I’m not having a midlife crisis.
No, I’m not looking for a younger woman.
No, I’m not hiding anything.
My wife and I have been together for 12 years. During this time, she has not made even the slightest amount of effort to be on time for anything we did. When we were dating, average wait times were 15 minutes to an hour for her to finally f*cking show up. I waited because I loved her. After marriage, she somehow got worse, and after childbirth, she got even worse. She used to blame circumstances for being late every time, but now she just blames our son. I put up with it because I loved her.
I’m so sick and tired of it. Dinner reservations are always a toss-up because restaurants in our area have no chill and will cancel your reservation if you’re a minute late. Growing increasingly anxious as she stares at her f*cking phone and tries to ask her in the nicest way possible to hurry up is a horrible feeling, especially since she will flip her lid the second that I try to tell her we’re going to be late. Meeting up with friends, going to a children’s event with our son, for f*cks sake even trying to take a walk is always an ordeal of trying to get her to put the godd*mn phone down and get ready so I don’t have to stand there like an idiot. I think my boiling point was last week when I stood at the entrance of our house for 20 minutes with our son, as he grew increasingly impatient, and then saw she had abruptly decided to start vacuuming the house.
I’m getting spammed with calls from mutual friends and family. She went and told everyone that we were getting divorced. Everyone wants to talk me out of it. I just broke after years of patience. I have no regrets.
My boyfriend asked for a paternity test for our child. As soon as the results come and show he is the father, I’m leaving him.
I’m a new mom to a baby boy who is my pride and joy and though it’s been a rollercoaster adjusting to taking care of a baby, the past few months have been great, tiring but great.
I have a bf of 3 years who is the first person relationship-wise I have ever loved and I thought we were doing great as new parents but also as partners.
Friday, he came home and he asked me for a paternity test. Just like that, it was completely out of the blue. I was putting away the dishes and he asked for one like he was asking what was for dinner. I’m a different race from him but our child, apart from the skin tone, is literally his mirror image from pictures I had seen of him when he was a baby.
I was stunned when he asked and his reasons were that he had to be sure he was the father, he had to have that certainty. All I remember as he was speaking is just immediately feeling pain.
The man I love doesn’t trust me. He would actually believe that I would f*ck someone else, cheat on him, and then try to pass off another man’s baby as his. I have never ever given him reason to think I would cheat on him. I have tried to be transparent and communicated and it wasn’t enough.
He told me he would give me time to think about this, that he wouldn’t go behind my back and do this test but for our relationship to move forward, he needs to be 100% sure. He repeated this because he, in his words, “needed me to realize how serious he was”.
After thinking for a couple of days, I’m going to allow him this paternity test because I have nothing to hide. I never cheated and would have never cheated on him. Once it’s proven that he’s the father, I’m ending it, leaving the same day and I am going to try my best to be a cooperative co-parent with him.
My sister let her boyfriend drive my parent’s car. She took it when they were out. She only had a learner’s permit so she was supposed to have a licensed adult with her. She let her boyfriend who was a year too young to have a learner’s permit drive and he crashed. He died. My sister was seriously injured. They think one or both of her feet were on the dashboard. She is paralyzed from the chin down. My parent’s insurance isn’t covering them since my sister took the car illegally and her boyfriend’s family are suing my parents. My parents tried to sue them back since he was driving but it was thrown out when they tried. We had to move to an apartment because my parents couldn’t afford our house. I see them cry every day. I heard my mom say that going bankrupt doesn’t get rid of the lawsuit debt and their lawyers told them to try to settle before it goes to court because they will probably lose.
My sister has to be in a home forever because she needs help and care 24/7365. She remembers everything and her brain is not affected at all. Her medical and nursing home bills are so much money. My grandparents are all trying to help but they are all in retirement homes and don’t have much. I’ve seen them cry too.
I know she is getting punished already because she’s paralyzed almost completely but I still can’t even look at her because she destroyed our entire family.
I woke up this morning and found my 6-year-old on the sofa, fully dressed and ready for school an hour before he was supposed to be up. I ask, “Hey buddy, what are you doing up so early?” He replies, “I accidentally peed the bed this morning around like 4 and I tried to wake you up but couldn’t so I took my blankets off, put them by the laundry room and changed. Then I came out here.”
I thanked him for taking care of it and I told him not to worry. We’ll have everything cleaned and ready for his bed later. Next time, make sure you pee before bed, accidents happen..blah blah blah..etc.
Then he got up and got breakfast, I made coffee and I sat there and thought to myself. I’m jealous of this kid. It then reminded me of being around his age as a child, and I remember wetting the bed. But my first instinct wasn’t to wake my parents. H*ll no. They would’ve beat the sh*t out of me. I instead went to the bathroom, stole a roll of toilet paper and tried to dry my pee-drenched linen. Because I knew if my parents found out, I would be in so much trouble and I was terrified of them.
My son doesn’t have to live with that kind of fear. Instead, he tried to get me and when I didn’t wake up, he took care of it himself. And I wish I felt that sense of safety and reassurance when I was his age.
My girlfriend just gave birth to our first child. I know I’m not the biological father and I revealed I knew as soon as she gave birth.
I found out when she was about 6 months along. The guy (Bryan) approached me at my work. “Are you Sarah’s boyfriend?”. I said yeah and ask what he wanted. He said he was sorry that he had slept with her and swore he didn’t know that she was with someone (I don’t believe that).
He then pulled out his phone to show the texts between them. They had been sleeping together or “linking up” for at least a year. Then she found out she was pregnant and they came to an agreement to just pretend the baby was mine. In return, she wouldn’t lose her perfect life and he wouldn’t be responsible for a baby.
So yeah. I told him I’d keep in touch, and to not say that he said anything just yet. I’ve had a lot of time to think but ultimately I decided to wait until she gave birth. To hurt her in her most vulnerable moment.
What should’ve been a beautiful moment of me holding my baby, was the most heartbreaking time of my life. Just knowing he was not mine hurt me. Once she was sewn up and comfortable I started packing up my stuff to leave. She asked where I was going and I just told her.
“I know I’m not baby’s name’s father. You can act all shocked but I know. Just ask Bryan to come, I’m positive he’ll sign the birth certificate”. Then I left. She’s been calling my phone over and over (even sending texts as I type this) and has even gotten her sister to call me a few times.
It was hard pretending these last few months but I think I’m satisfied. I feel really really heartbroken though. I was planning to propose to her on the day our baby was born. I was gonna make her the happiest woman ever. Oh well. Im going to go get sh*tfaced now.
After dating for almost 2 years and never seeing or hearing of any children. He suddenly brought home two precious little girls. Come to find out these are his babies and they need to stay with us because their mother got into a car crash and if we didn’t take them in they’d have to go with the social service people. I should’ve kicked him out right there and then but I just couldn’t justify the girls suffering.
I took care of them and comforted them when they were worried about losing their mother while he barely was around. He expected me to carry the burden of parenting while he watched tv, was at the gym or was just out and I did. He never even once took the girls to visit their mother in the hospital. He had an excuse every time I asked him to come with us. I am angry with myself, even though I know I have done nothing wrong.
Tonight he had the audacity to be angry with me because he feels I haven’t been paying him attention lately.
But no worries. The girls are going back home(their mother has recovered enough for her to have them back) on Monday and then that f*cker and I are done!
I tend to stay up during the nights and last Monday I caught a man leaving our neighbor’s house at 5 am. This happened 3 days in a row. Her husband is a pilot so he’s gone most of the time plus i got a good look at the man leaving the house and it wasn’t her husband.
I’ve lived next to them for 6 years and the husband has always been super nice to me. He even used to give me math classes before I graduated high school and he is generally a cool dude.
I made a fake Facebook profile and messaged him about it. I told him that a man had been leaving their house every morning and that he should ask his wife about it.
Turns out I was right. My dad and him are good friends so he confided in my dad earlier this evening. He told my dad that he had confronted his wife with messages claiming she was cheating when he got home. Apparently, she cracked and told him everything. The husband kicked her out earlier today while I was gone. She went to live with her sister who lives not far.
No one knows that it’s me who told him about it and it’ll most likely stay that way. It could be anyone in the neighborhood. I know I should mind my own business but I got cheated on in my previous relationship so I can’t stand cheaters. I don’t feel bad at all.
I’ve been working with this woman who just recently immigrated from Brazil and she is quite literally the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. We’ve been friendly but there’s always been a level of attraction present that I’m just realizing was sexual. I wanted her and she wanted me and neither of us knew it could understand that that’s what it was.
Well, she may have I didn’t. Every Friday my office goes out for beers and she tagged along for the first time. She stuck next to me the entire night and I just couldn’t help but notice how amazing she looks. I have never been sexually attracted to a woman before like I am her.
We stayed late and both had a few more drinks than we should’ve. We talked and finally, she asked me if I would come home and spend the night with her. Then I finally understood why I had been so interested in her.
I have a wife at home. I have 2 daughters. I have a family and responsibilities to all of them and I’m here chopping it up with a woman who might be a fun sexy escape but is nothing compared to the mother of my children and life partner.
I had been letting this friendship grow. Letting this pure animalistic lust grow in both of us. I entertained the idea, “Maybe if we just do it once”, “No one has to know” and more.
At that moment I told her she was very nice, but I have a partner who I can’t betray. I called an Uber and went home and slept it off.
Every time I cook dinner, I get a strong urge to leave my partner and move into a small apartment in the city.
He always has some kind of complaint about the food and I have to consider his picky tastes.
It makes me want to move into a little apartment in a brick building and take my cat with me and cook whatever the f*ck I want and decorate how I want and watch my stupid reality TV shows without him whining about it. I could have plants and tea lights and all that stupid basic b*tch sh*t.
Most of the time I’m totally fine but I do enjoy my cooking daydreams.
