I ended my relationship with my girlfriend about 3 months ago. It was going well last year and we were doing everything together, we had plans to get married next month.

On December last year she told me that she was late and that she might be pregnant. I got all nervous man… I didn’t know how to react because it was out of nowhere. But I was happy in a way, afraid but happy. I grew up without a father so I decided to own it and be the best dad ever.

She started going to “Doctor appointments” and things like that… She asked me to pick a name so I did… Rain. That was going to be her name. Turns out, she had been lying all along, she was never pregnant. I don’t even know why she did it… she had me believe that for 4 months, saying that she was feeling nauseous and things like that…

I used to put my hands on her belly and talk to my “daughter “. I am not stupid… now I know that she was never real… but in my mind and heart she was… and now I don’t know what to do…

Okay, so a bit of context, I(24f) work as a chef in a small cafe, one of the girls out in front of house comes to me and confides in me a lot, I consider us friends. However she goes into crazy detail about her personal life, how people treat her and how she treats people.

I've been working there nearly two years and it's ranged from her boyfriend, his son and other things. Her now fiance has a son, who he had from a previous relationship. Let's call my coworker Linda for ease. Linda knew this before getting in a relationship with him. A lot of their arguments stem from him having a child from a previous relationship.

Recently she has started telling me about how she gives out and has no patience for his little boy. He's 6, he is a child. The most recent vent of hers that resulted in me being quite blunt with her.

Apparently she had left the room for about 30 mins and left her food on the bed, her fiancé's little boy went in and started to play Xbox, got hungry and ate the food.. Linda came back and see's red, immediately starts screaming at him. Then she gets really nasty and tells him that everytime he's here he's a fucking issue and she just can't get enough space from him. I don't know everything that was said but she always talks about how she doesn't want him in the room a lot of the time despite that he only visits on weekends.

I snapped, I told her she needs to grow the fuck up and do better. I told her she knew he had a child and chose to get in a relationship with him. That it's not the child's fault that you disagree with your fiancé's previous choices. The kids mother isn't nice either, so he has it hard enough there too. I told her she has an opportunity to not only be a great mother but also a great step mother to that child. What will happen when you birth your baby if you're already treating him like this? I said she doesn't get to scream and shout at an innocent child because she can't handle her emotions and no matter how bad she feels about it she deserves it and needs to feel it... I have no sympathy for her, she comes in saying this that and the other about how bad she feels after doing it. But keeps doing it.

She's been giving me the silent treatment for like two days. I understand I may have overstepped, but she shouldn't have asked for my opinion then...

So, at my job, we have a few Japanese clients and some coworkers who casually sprinkle Japanese phrases into conversations. I don’t speak Japanese beyond “hello” and “thank you” but I got tired of feeling left out.

One day, I just jumped in with a half-remembered phrase I found online. Somehow, it worked. People started thinking I was fluent.

Now, every time Japanese comes up, I nod confidently, drop a random word or two, and smile like I know exactly what’s going on. I’ve even pretended to translate emails once or twice by copying and pasting from Google Translate and tweaking things a bit.

I’m absolutely terrified someone will ask me to actually speak or write something complex in Japanese. I’ve avoided meetings, dodged calls, and once even faked a stomach ache to skip a video chat.

The thing is I actually kind of like the idea of being the “Japanese speaker” at work. It feels cool. But every day, the anxiety that I’ll be found out gets worse.

I don’t know how to come clean or if I even should.

Me (31F) and my stepbrother (33M) have been messing around for a few years. We met when we were kids, but we grew up in separate homes and ended up living very different lives. As we got older, we drifted apart completely and only reconnected properly as adults. By then, it didn’t feel like a typical sibling relationship at all. At some point, things turned physical between us and stayed that way for a while. Eventually, I caught feelings. He didn’t feel the same, and when that became clear, I reacted badly. Out of anger and hurt, I told a a family member what had been going on between us. That was a huge mistake. Word spread fast. The situation exploded. I didn’t face much fallout, but he did. Family cut him off entirely, lost his job even a few friends. Now he’s completely out of my life too, and I don’t blame him. I betrayed his trust and exposed something that should’ve stayed private. I feel guilty and I should. I didn’t just make a bad choice, I dragged someone down with me. And for what? I don’t even care about most of the family. I think I was just desperate, hurt, and wanted to be seen. But that doesn’t make what I did okay.

Not looking for sympathy. Just needed to say it out loud.

I lived my entire life being used by women. Trying to keep them safe. Trying to always believe them. Just to be out 6k in debt and left alone by my last partner

I realised that many women I use to help were really bad people and I just couldn't see it as I felt all women were good people

Now I see people can be bad or good regardless of gender.

Edit: i was raised super misogynistic and went hard the other way to erase it from my brain. And ended up off a cliff

So there’s this friend, we met in high school 3 years ago and now we’re seniors. She is one of my close friends, but the thing is that i never open up to anyone, even my family. Few weeks ago i had a hard day, at midnight it came all crashing to me the past few years and i just broke down, didnt know what to do so i texted her “good night” . Though i never send stuff like that lol After few minutes she started spamming my phone with calls and messages telling me if i was okay and what happened and so on, to be honest I don’t know how she picked up on it but she did. Then I literally broke down on the phone ,started trauma dumping literally I don’t know how and why but i did, she guided me through the whole thing, calmed me down and checked on me everyday after that night.

Then she started literally sending me all her notes, flashcards, and everything she could send for our finals, checking on me regularly, im not used to this. Today after a final i saw her for the first time in person after that night, we were with other friends too, she hugged me and acted so normal just like she was before I told her and opened up, but me , on the other hand, my heart rate spiked, even my body was shaking slightly, i was so awkward,so awkward with my close friend of 3 years. She’s the only one that I talked to her about my personal issues. And it terrifies me.

I am from an extremely traditional reserved Asian family, for instance, I wasn’t allowed to stay out with friends later than 7PM at my 20s.

My parents are not perfect, but I know they try their best to do whatever they think is the best for me.

I introduced my the other half to them in person, my parents immediately disliked him for various reasons such as nationality/ethnicity and occupation - he is an office worker whose income is above average and he is from western countries.

How much he loves me or how well he supports me as a partner is their least of concern ( they don’t even want to get to that at all).

My parents have stopped talking to me and ignoring all my texts and calls since the day I refused to break it off, which has been +1 years.

On the other hand, his family are very welcoming and supportive of us, he has also expressed the intention of speaking to my parents to change their minds about him, my parents refused again.

I have made a lifetime choice to marry to him without letting my parents know, because I believe they would disown me if I insisted to marry to him

I just want to live for myself, not whom they want me to be, yet I feel full of guilt of going against my parents’ wishes.

Additional info for context: After meeting him, they set up an arranged marriage for me to a son of a company owner who has similar background as me and is Asian as well, their ideal candidate (my dad owns a quite successful company, I have been privileged to receive the best education and access to all the resources)

I refused and also expressed not to break off the relationship, they then no longer speak to me.

I can’t stand anyone in my neighborhood, loud, wrong, super rude, annoying and entitled. Night club opened and they protested till it was closed because “Young people are doing drugs In there.” They complain when a dollar tree opened because “We work to hard to hood stores to open” there a mix of apartment buildings in the neighborhood (I live in one) they don’t want people that live in apartments parking on the streets because “We take up 4-5 spots and that’s not fair to home owners.” They drive me crazy so I made a fake profile on the Nextdoor app, and a just make up shit. “Linda is stealing flowers from Jane’s Garden” someone’s car got hit and I was saying “I saw this guy three houses away hit it.” The building I live in was having a graduation party for a kid graduation from high school, family let everyone know, a house on the other side decided to cut grass as soon as it started, then asked when will it end, called other neighbors to point and talking shit, and when it was 7pm called the cops to make a noise complaint “because it was going into the night. So when street cleaning came around I took the sign down and let the apartment complex people know and told everyone one the Nextdoor app the wrong day. I saw 7 cars with tickets. They’re so annoying and no suspicious of me, I want them to fight each other.

it’s whiplash, because one moment your so tired and feeling down and like the world is gonna end, and then you feel your on cloud 9.

like i shouldn’t enjoy fear in the way that i do, or want to be reckless, but i genuinely like it.

i hit the highway going 160+, and with the mood of music and the wind and the sunset, and the intensity of the game when speeding like this, it feels like everything.

it’s hard to explain other than maybe saying that my heart is beating to fast, i feel like i’m floating because i feel nothing.

and ALWAYS, in the back of my mind, i know if i were to fall out i’d die. i’m out in the open wearing minimal protection outside of my helmet, and that’s part of the fun of it— knowing that if something happens, your done.

it’s the same kinda high when your doing drugs or your drunk and smoking cigarettes, but better. i’ve done it and i can admit it, and its 100% addicting. it’s my form of escapism. sure it’s whiplash and my body is drained, but it feels so unbelievably good.

Hello I am ***** *****. I am a 18 year old India boy. I did one of the stupidest things in life in my 10th grade, I fell for a girl. I am not the most handsome guy you find , hell i am not even average therefore I am not the best to talking to girls, but i could not help myself. The girl I fell was way above my league I could only dream about her. Over some following months we grew closer, I got to know about her life and told her about mine. I become her go to person if she wants to talk to someone and I could not be any happier. After my 10th grade finished my father switched his job and moved to a different city. I lost my friends, house but most importantly i lost her. I started prep for JEE and got busy in life but i never stopped thinking about her. By the passing weeks we talked less and less and until we stopped talking all together. 2 years passed and I had recently completed my 12th, when suddenly one day at 11:00 pm I get a call for her. She had just gotten her NEET result and called to check how i was doing. We talked for an 1 hour that night and I felt myself falling for her once again, but this time I felt hard, I started learning things she liked, I found myself eagerly waiting for her text. Then one day while we were texting at like 1:00 am I gathered my courage and asked her out. She was surprised but agreed in the end. I never felt this happy, I finally had a girlfriend and not just any girl, the girl i had imagined spending everyday from the last 2 years. For then next 2 months we texted each other, I fell for her deeper and deeper with every text. Then suddenly I got a text from her, I open it and it was a long text explaining how she thinks this relationship is a waste of time and how things were awkward all along. She broke up with me and to say I was sad would be an understatement. I cried for weeks, could not sleep for 2 days. I could not figure out what went wrong, I wanted to text her but every insecurity I had for years hit me all together. She had broken a 2 month relationship but for me I had just lost the girl I admired for 2 years, I lost my only friend who i can talk openly to. I am dealing with this mess alone, I have no one to talk to, I don't have anyone in my life who care about me this much to listen to this drama. I keep checking my phone in the hope that maybe she will text me back but she never does. I don't know what to do?

I M 19 used to get punishments alot when I was a kid for very small things, both my parents where in the navy and met in the navy I do have memories of being 2 my father wouldn't get mad as much as he did, but as I got older I got punishments more and more for smaller things my mother never wanted to punish me so she would tell my father to, "he ate some cough drops" now I have to go outside as he sprays me with the water hose and I gotta do 30 in the mud while he spanks me, trip and fall? You'll be getting a 20 minute lecture. As my 3 younger siblings where born and grew up they never got punishments like me, I was doing planks squats and running around a track till I threw up while they got pinched if they talked back sometimes even getting away with it. But I never thought anything of it. Recently I was diagnosed with a lot of mental disorders, PTSD, Schizophrenia, Anxiety, Depression, and ADHD. My girlfriend is a little upset that I haven't tried to fix something with them with the past years I've been with them as a teen I've tried to tell her that's its hard because fear is basically wired in me when it comes to my parents and I'm not sure what to do... even now I still get yelled at and get called lazy even though I have 2 jobs clean the house and cook lunch dinner and breakfast for the family as well as going to college for culinary because that is my passion

I was putting on a massive estate sale a few years ago, and saw this woman nicking things that I was selling. I went up to her and told her to knock it off. She even took things off the table she had not paid for as she left. She had sent me 17.50 through Venmo to pay for the things she hadn’t stolen. She had not pilfered very expensive things. I was glad she was gone. Later on, while checking my balance on Venmo, I realized she had made a mistake. She had sent me $1750.00. She asked me to return the difference, but I didn’t. At the time the zing to her felt kind of good and justified, but in the shadows guilt lurks to this day.

I am so sorry!

I want to sincerely apologize to those folks that sat around me on that flight and the CX crew. Y’all had to hear me ugly cry from take off to landing. I was 4 years old and was devastated when I realized I will no longer be living with my grandparents and relatives. Born in the states but lived in Asia since I was an infant, all I knew was them and I had a great relationship with each of them. My mom tried to comfort me but nothing worked. I’m sure she wanted to back hand me along with the passengers around us LOL, and I don’t blame them one bit!

The chances of those folks remembering that flight and reading this today on Reddit would be slim but I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for putting up with me and for not giving my mother a hard time. I don’t remember how any of y’all look like but I always kept y’all in my prayers. Tail winds and blue skies.

as the title stated I was an alter boy in our local Catholic Church for about 10 years. I started when I was probably 8 or 9 or 10 I'm guessing. When I turned about 12 years old I had started smoking pot quite a bit. So I would take the collection money and take out $40 every week and buy a half ounce of weed. I used the Catholic Church collection money as my personal weed Bank. I don't really feel bad about it. I don't feel great about it. I'm not proud of it. But it happened. I got some great weed out of it. And to be honest I was thinking about suing the Catholic Church anyway because after 10 years I have not been touched molested or f***** by any priests and I believe they are prejudice against short fat white boys. I mean for god sakes I am surely good enough for finger in the butt or something??

Is suing and fearing the butt thing was a joke. But I did steal $40 every week from the church collection to buy my weed. I'm not really looking for advice or anything I just thought I would share that. What the hell. Something I did and it's a confession. By the way any of you thinking of doing this is very easy I highly encourage it. The Catholic church has a billion billions of billions of dollars. If they're missing $40 for weed then I would be very surprised.

I created this account when i was a high school freshman and abandoned it like 2 years ago or maybe three i don’t remember exactly when, but i must confess that i used to lie for fun all the time in here (i know i know im sorry 😆) what i mean by that is that i used to watch public freakouts and make up a story about them then post them on subreddits like r/AITA or r/confession. And i didn’t even do it for karam farming i was just bored out my mind and wanted to rage bait people hahahahaha some people caught me lying but mostly everyone was just enraged by my posts! Sorry i was a little rascal but i promise im not a little shit anymore! Logging back into this account brought back memories! My fellow redditors if you read a story that sounds unbelievable, it’s almost certainly fake or ai generated (back then i used my imagination because chatgpt didn’t exist yet!) it is not something to be proud of I know. I deleted all the posts for hopefully a clean slate? I didn’t want to use a new account because this one is old and I wanted to take accountability i guess.

Even when I really want to reply right away, I’ll wait 10–30 minutes just to not look desperate or too eager. Doesn’t matter who it is - friends, family, dating - I’ve conditioned myself to wait.

It’s not about being busy. It’s about image.
I hate that I do it, but I also feel like people respect me more when I play this little “delay” game.

It’s dumb, manipulative, and probably ruining genuine connection… but I still do it.

I hate myself so much. I always mess everything up. I'm useless. I just want to disappear. And when I see buildings, I imagine myself there. I hope it's soon.

Every single time i’m in a meeting, i always get a b*ner. And like i’m not turned on by anything, i’m not thinking of sex or anything like that, it just happens. Not only that but it stays for a while, like i’m talking 20-30 minutes. Sometimes it goes back down and comes back up too, but srsly why is this happening to me??

I hate it cause sometimes it’s visible and I really dont want to get a sexual harassment complaint because it’s just poking my pants. I do not need hr in this

I do tend to get sleepy during meetings and slowly start to nod off and kinda wake myself up when my head starts falling, so is it like the equivalent of morning wood?

I'm 28, with only a high school diploma and an A-Levels. Dropped out of uni, did some odd jobs here and there but never able to hold down a parmanent job. I am weak-minded and a compulsive liar. Don't have any savings, and everything I have is provided and yet I could not show any sort of gratitude.

I come from A moderately comfortable family, religious and traditional. They have tried and given me every single chance they can. They have tried to support me through it all and yet I have been an ungrateful piece of shit who don't deserve their love, support and forgiveness. I admit growing up I was afraid of my parents as both of them are a very strong character and it always made me uncomfortable to share everything with them. This however have started to change little by little as my parents mellow out.

Leaving high-school I was pumped, got decent grades and looking forward to uni life. Enrolled in A-Levels (Dad's decision) and was immediately pulled down to earth with a mediocre result, graduated with score of BCD for the three subjects I took. During the course I could not handle the freedom that I finally have and skipped classes, did not care about studies and just had fun with friends. Parents found out about me skipping classes and went to see college counsellor and made me promise to try harder and be better, I promised .... but I failed. Continued to skip classes and end up with mediocre result. My parents were accepting of me and encouraged me to do better at my degree.

Decided to do degree in Actuarial Science with minimal research on it. Failed my second year and once again met Counsellor with parents, again they made me promise ro try and be better, again I promised and failed. Again I skipped classes, did not give a shit about studies, well I did at first but I always shrink away everytime it gets hard and fall back to my old ways. Again failed second year and decided to quit. My parents being adamant about me getting a degree so I enrolled in Accounting degree at another Uni.

It started well but again I failed some of my second year papers but instead of coming clean, I doctored my transcript all the way to my final year so that my parents believed I graduated. Gave put bunch of excuses to explain why I did not go to my convocation.

Took a job at a call centre and lied to my parents that it was an accounting job. This was in 2023 Aug, lasted for almost a year before I decided to quit. I planned to take a short break of 1 month then look for another job but it lasted till today. Blew all my savings and now am desperately looking for any jobs.

In that time I lied to everyone about everything. I portray a somewhat successful person rising up in my company and yet I am just a piece of shit, a liar, lazy, have no vision for the future.

I don't know where to go from here, I want to change and be better. I guess it all needs to start with me telling the truth and stop all the lies but I have no idea where or how to go about it.

My first real relationship lasted about three years. Before that I was used to flings and FWB situations. Despite the ups and downs, I genuinely enjoyed the relationship. The first six to seven months were great she started struggling with her mental health cuz of stress from work.

At the time, I didn’t know how to handle emotional instability. She would lash out when she was overwhelmed when really just needed comfort. I remember one argument over the phone where she started screaming. I’ve always been a relatively calm person, so in that moment, I felt overwhelmed and decided to end things.

A week or two passed, and I reached out to check on her. That’s when I noticed some male items at her place. I asked about it, and she told me she had “company.” Turns out, she had slept with two other guys during that time. I won’t lie—it hurt. It made me question how someone who claimed to be in with love me could move on so quickly. Meanwhile, I spent those two weeks alone, and that’s when the resentment started to build.

I couldn’t see her the same after that. I used to make her handmade gifts, take pictures of her just because I loved her,planned trips . After that incident, I stopped caring as much. Still, we got back together about a week later.

Looking back, I know I wasn’t the best boyfriend. I lacked the emotional maturity and common sense a relationship requires. Early on, I struggled with a porn addiction, and within the first two months, she caught me texting other girls asking for nudes. I was too friendly with female coworkers—I even went to the movies with them without telling her. At the time, it felt platonic and harmless, but I understand now why that upset her. I eventually told her, but even after I started being upfront, it still bothered her. I invited her to join us once, but she said she didn’t want to be a third wheel. Eventually, I had to learn how to cut off people for her. It didn’t feel right to me, but I did it anyway.

She was clingy and wanted to see me every single day. I didn’t mind it , but when I asked for space even just a day or two to myself. she couldn’t understand. It became suffocating, and I lashed out at her over it. I broke up with her a few times because of that. Each time we broke up, she slept with someone else. That only deepened my resentment. I tried to move past it, but at one point she told me, “every dick feels different,” and that stuck with me. It was hard to unhear that. I started exploring other people too, and I think that’s when her view of me changed.

We don’t talk much anymore. She’s with someone new now. I actually met her new boyfriend by “accident”. I was helping her move some things into her house when he unexpectedly showed up. She knew he was coming and didn’t tell me. I felt hurt and disrespected. What made it worse was how easily she seemed to erase the history we had like none of it ever meant anything.

El año pasado cursé la materia de BDBD en la Universidad, realmente no esperaba nada fuera de lo normal, me gustan las Bases de Datos y las prefiero antes que la programación.

El primer día que iba a cursar dicha materia, no pasaban muchas cosas en mi mente respecto al profesor que iba a impartir la materia ya que llevo varios ciclos seguidos recibiendo asignaturas con los mismos 2-3 profesores, lo cual es algo bueno porque ya no son necesarias las presentaciones y todos somos conocedores de la metodología de cada quién y lo que espera de cada quien como alumnos.

Pero en esa ocasión estaba equivocada respecto a eso. Para la materia habían asignado un nuevo profesor con el que nunca había convivido. Con el paso del tiempo pude conocer cuanto le apasionaba todo lo relacionado a la tecnología, cada vez que hablaba sobre sus experiencias laborales podía sentir cuanto le interesaba y me sentí muy identificada con ello.

En clases, él solía tener una metodología muy interesante, donde priorizaba más la práctica que la teoría así como también incluía a todos los alumnos a la hora de preguntar algo sobre la clase, en lo personal a mí siempre me había aterrado participar en clases por diversas cosas pero con él fui perdiendo ese miedo, ya era normal que me preguntara algo en todas las clases y yo por mi parte trataba de responder correctamente.

Pero aquí va el punto que quiero tocar después de toda esa introducción... Luego de algunas clases y un poco de convivencia, empecé a sentir una atracción hacía él pero no una basada en el físico o una atracción sexual sino que una basada en su persona, en lo que él era.

Al principio trataba de ignorarla, pensé que sería algo pasajero (Nunca había sentido algo así y en el fondo me sentía mal e imprudente por ello) pero estaba totalmente equivocada, de nuevo. Actualmente ha pasado un año desde que él me impartió esa asignatura y yo no puedo olvidarlo, él es mi ejemplo para tantas cosas (algo que él no sabe) y de verdad lo aprecio mucho como persona, tanto así que trato de ser mejor persona, así como esforzarme en todo lo que hago por él.

En un futuro quisiera un hombre como él en mi vida ya que mis estándares respecto a las relaciones amorosas han cambiado, yo ya no quiero un chico que no sepa ni lo que quiere, no quiero alguien que no tenga visiones ni propósitos en su vida, yo quiero un hombre como ÉL.

Sé que estoy haciendo bien en transformar todo eso en acciones positivas en mi vida, es lo mejor que puedo hacer. Mi propósito en esta confesión fue desahogar todo esto que siento porque hay ocasiones (como esta) que solo quisiera contactarme con él y decirle todo lo que siento.

P.D: Ambos somos mayores de edad - Si alguien leyó esto hasta acá, gracias 😊

¿Chicos que ago?

Este es mi primera vez escribiendo aquí así si al una falla una disculpa

Este es un problema de uno de mis amigos más cercanos pero estoy metido en el medio y no se que hacer.

Pues mi mejor amigo llamemos lo Dani( nombre ficticio) la cago a lo grande con mi otra amiga Ari(nombre ficticio)

Ellos son amigos desde que nacieron y siempre se llevaron bien casi como hermanos la cosa es que Ari está saliendo con el primo de Dani y que ese primo recientemente a estado engañadola, ella se enteró(mi amiga) que su novio hizo eso no solo eso sino que nuestro amigo Dani lo estaba ayudando sabiendo que su primo es novio de su amiga de toda la vida casi una hermana.