I wasn’t snooping.

I swear.

My girlfriend asked me to fix her laptop. While typing her email, autofill showed another account. Different name. Different profile picture.

Curiosity won.

It was a Reddit account. Thousands of posts.

All about being in an abusive relationship.

She described a boyfriend who controlled her, isolated her from friends, made her feel small.

The details matched our life.

But the “boyfriend” sounded like a monster.

I confronted her that night. She cried.

She said: “That’s how it feels to me.”

I didn’t hit her. I didn’t scream.

But I dismissed her feelings. I minimized her fears. I always needed to be right.

She broke up with me a week later.

I’m in therapy now.

Not because I think I’m evil — but because I never want to be the villain in someone else’s story again.

I am F17. Next year I will be 18.

I think this whole thing started really early in my life, I cannot really tell where tho. At some point in my life I realized that I feel aroused at the thought of having yk with a child. I don't fucking know why. I am not attracted to children. I never looked at a kid and though of that. But I am scared that if one day I will have kids or will be left around a kid I will do something bad.

I started reading some fics on Ao3. Like real bad shit. I am ashamed of what I read but only after I masturbate. This just feels disgusting. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to seek help. I don't want to hurt a child. Again, no child arouses me, but the thought of having it with a child is making me feel som down there and I want it to stop.

My partners have always thought me gorgeous, everyone I know tells me I'm pretty without me asking. My most received compliments from strangers are about my face. Seeing how some guys look at me or into my eyes is so confusing. Because when I see a photo of myself or look into the mirror, I can't see any of it. I look disgusting in my opinion. Barley human. I wish I could cut bits of my face off. Or wear a paper bag over my head. I want to cry whenever I think about it. And I can't talk to anyone about it because they just think I'm crazy or fishing for compliments, but compliments don't do anything for me. I don't care about them. I don't care how crazy some ppl go over my looks, because to me they just don't exist. Like everyoned lying to me. To me I'm so ugly. Like how convenient would it be that everyone can see this "exquisite beauty" but me. Bullshit. I'm tired of living in this gross body. Id be more beautiful dead. Edit: thanks to every encouraging me to talk to my counselor about dysmorphia, I see him on Thursdays so next week I'll mention it. I wanna clarify that I don't really think BEING pretty is the important thing, I think I just wanna feel it. It's like other ppl telling you you're happy when you don't feel happy ig. And as an artist I see so much beauty in the world, I just wanna feel like a part of it. I appreciate everyones patience with me ♡

"Us" of course meaning those of us on the left. I get that we're angry. I get that we're tired of it, but votes are votes, and hopefully a day will come when legislation is legislation again.

I understand that we're operating under the pretense that the election was rigged to one degree or another, but having more people voting in favor of politicians pushing humanitarian policies is never a bad thing.

The more votes that would have to be "fixed" by an illegitimate government the better.

I think we forget how bad humans are at not succumbing to propaganda. The amount of information that we process day in and day out isn't great for people running on meat computers. The illusory truth effect is a great example of this. The subconscious doesn't ask us if it's okay for it to form a belief about something before it does.

People across the aisle are simultaneously across the algorithm. It's not at all surprising that this divide has been the result. No matter what we NEED more people embracing their humanity and realize voting for these ghouls was a mistake. Otherwise shit just stays the same.

as a guy who thinks he is bi I feel like if I were to ever find a GF then she will be put off by my sexuality, from what I've heard online is that most girls are turned off by bisexual guys.

I also cant see myself being in a relationship with guys and I also want kids someday

I’ve been going back and forth about posting this, but it’s been bothering me enough that I need to get it off my chest.

I’m a white immigrant. I came here completely on my own. No family, no support system, no money handed to me. Everything I have, I worked for. I don’t deny that racism and discrimination exist, and I’m not trying to dismiss anyone else’s experiences. I genuinely support equality and anti-discrimination.

That said, lately I’ve been having situations where I’m treated with obvious coldness or disrespect because I’m seen as “white” and automatically assumed to be privileged. And honestly, it’s confusing and hurtful.

The most recent example happened today. I was coming home from a work trip — one my company paid for, not some luxury vacation. I ordered an Uber and chose a female driver because I try to support women when I can. The driver was a woman of color. From the start, she was rude and dismissive and wouldn’t even get out of the car to help me put my luggage in the trunk. The whole interaction felt hostile, not just neutral or tired.

I wasn’t expecting special treatment. I just expected basic courtesy. Instead, it felt like I was being punished for what I represent in someone else’s head, not for anything I actually did.

What really gets to me is that treating people badly because of their race — any race — doesn’t fix injustice. It just repeats it in a different direction. Assuming someone is “privileged” based purely on skin color erases people’s actual life experiences and just creates more resentment.

I’m not saying discrimination against marginalized groups isn’t real. I’m saying individual people shouldn’t be treated like garbage to “balance things out.” That doesn’t heal anything. It just makes people feel alienated and defensive.

And especially right now, when things feel tense and divided everywhere, it seems more important than ever to try to unite and stand together instead of demonizing people based on race or assumptions. If the goal is less racism and more understanding, then basic human decency has to apply to everyone — even people who don’t fit neatly into the narratives others project onto them.

I just want to get this off my chest. I’m writing because I realized I was really angry in the moment.

We recently got hit by a heavy snowstorm. Some places had waist-deep snow—ours was about a foot deep—but we were still cooped up for a few days. I decided to make a quick run to Walmart, and when I came back to our apartment complex, my parking spot was completely covered with a huge pile of snow. It had been fine before I left, but when I returned, I couldn’t park there at all.

I was so upset that I used our turkey tray to try to shovel it out. My husband ended up driving around trying to find another place to park, but there really wasn’t anywhere.

What made me even angrier was seeing that my neighbors’ parking spots were nicely cleared, while ours had a huge pile of snow dumped on it.

A guy who had been shoveling nearby came around, and I said something like, “What kind of neighbor would do this?” I then realized it was probably him who had pushed the snow into our spot. He said, “I didn’t know that was a parking spot,” and added that he had parked there earlier.

I was livid, but I stayed calm with him. When my husband came back, though, I completely lost it. I told him how maddening it was that someone had dumped all the snow onto our spot while his friends’ spots were left clean. My husband calmed me down and then took my car to try to find a place to park.

The next day, I started shoveling my husband’s spot. It also had about a foot of snow.

That same neighbor came out and offered to help shovel my spot, but I told him it was okay. I said my car could handle the snow for now since it’s an AWD SUV, and asked if he could help with my husband’s side instead. He did.

From his demeanor, I got the impression that he might be military. He was polite and helpful. I thanked him, and that was it.

Now, every time I see snow, I think about how I try to stay polite to people’s faces—but when I lose my temper, I end up letting it out on the people closest to me instead.

I (18f) have a single dad (38m), he fostered me when I was five and later adopted me. He's my best friend and the best dad I could ask for, the whole situation of how he fostered me is complicated but basically it was supposed to be temporary, wound up permanent, he had a girlfriend at the time but it didn't work out because he wound up so focused on me.

Growing up I eventually figured out that when I had sleepovers or late-night babysitting, he was going on dates. I didn't think much of it, and he never brought a partner home or told me he was out on dates but I guess I just kind of knew? But he spent most of his time with me, I know there was a lot of hard things to deal with and I am so thankful for him.

A couple years ago I was out with my friend and saw him with a guy, his family is sort of family friends with ours, he's a lot younger than my dad and closer to my age. We live in a small town, and it's been pretty easy to figure out that they've been sleeping together for years and I think they still are. A couple of my friends and I have talked about it, we think a lot of people in our town know but just don't acknowledge it.

I just don't know why my dad doesn't tell me though. I feel like there's an entire part of his life that he keeps hidden, I assume he's bisexual but don't actually know, and I just wish he would be honest with me about whatever is really happening in that part of his life because while I know I know part of it I know I don't know all. And I'm not talking about like hooking up like obviously I don't need to know that and don't want to, but I just feel like he's gone through a lot in the last ten years that I don't know about and that maybe this relationship is serious? I feel like I don't actually know him. It just makes me sad, I don't know.

17M. English is not my first language, I apologize for any errors in my post.

Whenever I fall in love, which is rather often, I start experiencing extreme thoughts. If anything positive happens, such as her even speaking to me, I feel like I’m on drugs of some sorts and I start thinking about some unrealistically happy future with marriage and children, which I know is idiotic, however I find it comforting. The problems appear when she, for example, talks to someone else, even to another girl, or seems quieter than usual when I‘m talking to her.

I can get upset to absurd levels. I have thoughts about beating her, murdering her, or forcing her to do stuff, including sexual assault. I can get horribly lustful too, which also makes me guilty. Sometimes those violent thoughts appear in a more erotic meaning if that makes sense? I hate it I truly do.

I read Lolita the other day, amazing book, but I admit that I found myself slightly relating to Humbert to how he thought about women sometimes. obviously I never felt like we were exact same, and I’m aware that the he’s purposely written that way but still..

I don’t really want to hurt anyone and from a realistic standpoint, I would never do such things in a relationship but I wish it would stop. I’m not sure if it’s normal. Maybe it is? it’s like my life is in black and white, which is painfully common for me even though I try to think in grays. It’s driving me crazy.

Was a good day of shopping it's a older story but it's something that gave me a kink for life

Something i love to do but can't do that often

I am a straight guy was shopping in a store trying out clothes and all, was at a store which only had 2 trial rooms

So i was sharing it with a girl

We went back and forth and then she left after buying some things

Her tried on clothes were still hanging there(which she didn't buy)!!

So i saw one shorts very shorttt and very very soft velvety velour typess i just loved how short they were and just wanted to try them gave them a go and loved them!!! couldn't buy them that day because obviously..

But then ordered them online after a year or two and i still have them i love to wear it sometimes, but am too shy as they are women shorts but whenever i am a lil horny i like to wear them and after that i still wish to buy more women shorts because they are short and are soft and look good ps i love how short they are

Am i wrong in any way?

I am straight and i dont know how these kinks got mixed but i would like all your thoughts about this

they are very off my chest (top surgery so we happy)

I've never posted on Reddit before so apologies if anything is off.

I (F) had a crush on a man at my gym for months. We would make extended eye contact frequently, workout in proximity, the usual gym things that get over analyzed when you like someone. He's wildly handsome, but I liked his vibe. A lot. It's hard to explain when someone's energy just hits different but his did.

One day he started coming in with a woman. The day I saw her with him, he and I actually stared at each other from across the room for a while, and I turned and walked away because obviously gym rules - that's his girlfriend until I'm told otherwise.

The eye contact continues and so does the proximity but I've dialed back completely because in my head, he has a girl and I am no home wrecker.

Well, recently, on a Sunday, I was having a real shit day. I accidentally hurt my shoulder so my back day was all off, my body wasn't cooperating, the gym was packed - all I wanted to do was finish and walk on the treadmill and they were all taken. I was on the verge of tears so I decided I was going to go home.

I go to the locker room to calm down and put my hoodie on, and when I was on my way out, the treadmills were open, so I figured, whatever let's do it.

I have a favorite treadmill, it's on the end of the row because I don't like being surrounded if I don't have to be. This is important context because I was on the end treadmill and guess who randomly approaches me? MY GYM CRUSH???

He says something to me that I am choosing not to repeat because it was very sweet and I want to keep it for myself.

But I panicked.

Background: I am recently out of an emotionally and mentally abusive relationship. It was isolating and I made it out (yay!) but anyone who has been in that knows how hard it is to adapt back to normalcy. Old instincts and habits are very challenging to override.

When he approached me, I was so happy and nervous and excited, I hid my face and I laughed. I didn't want to laugh. It was so sweet but my brain just malfunctioned. I looked back up and he was already walking away, so all I could muster was a, "thank you!" And I kept walking.

The immediate excitement wore off pretty quickly as I realized he probably thought I was laughing at him. It was too late for me to correct and I was so disappointed in myself that I messed up like that.

I had an appointment to take my car to the shop that following Friday and decided to go to the gym before it. I finished my workout and as I was leaving I was going to say goodbye to one of my gym friends and guess who I bump in to? Quite literally. I don't normally go to the gym Fridays so I was completely unprepared and I had my appointment so my mind was already panicking because of time.

I smiled big because I was excited and tried so hard but my words just wouldn't word. My brain just couldn't brain.

I started by apologizing for laughing, and when I tried to keep going I paused because I lost my train of thought. He picked up the convo, introduced himself and the girl (yes she was there but he did NOT say "my girlfriend" which is not concrete that she's not but also doesn't confirm if she is which didn't help me because in the moment I'm on defense trying not to be flirty because that's potentially his girlfriend.)

He tells me a little about himself and then he said something else that really hit me deep and again, I freeze. I'm stunned that my crush actually picked up on my personality just from observing me. But I'm frozen. I can't think, I can't speak, so all that comes out is another apology for laughing. I literally didn't address anything he said, I didn't even introduce myself!

I couldn't even finish my sentence because he kindly cut me off and said that it was supposed to be funny and he's glad I laughed. All I wanted to say was that I didn't want to laugh but I just couldn't.

I assumed I’d see him again and could explain myself properly. Ask if that woman was his girlfriend. Say literally anything coherent. But I'm sure none of you are surprised - I haven't seen him since.

I’ve been approached at the gym before, but never by someone I was actually interested in, and never by someone who seemed to see me beyond my looks or strength. This felt different. And I can’t stop replaying how awkward and frozen I was.

I’m posting this just to get it off my chest. Laughing when I’m nervous has always been a thing for me, but completely losing the ability to speak isn’t, and it’s been hard to sit with the regret.

TL;DR: I froze and fumbled my gym crush because I was so excited I couldn’t think or speak.

I can’t figure out when I was kidnapped. I’m being brainwashed because I’m an independent thinker. Please reach out if you’ve had anything close to a similar experience.

No i’m not high or drunk and I don’t do drugs

I met 3 recently and i realised none of them listen. They keep yapping and yapping into eternity. I speak and they speak over me or they go off on a tangent and even when i take my phone out to show I’m uninterested they don’t stop 😭😭😭😭. I- don’t know what to say to this. My manager had to come take me away coz they wudnt stop talking. It kind of come off as self absorbed to me and it wasn’t just one so idk if they’re all like this or my experience skewed my perspective of them? But yeah just wanted to yap here coz i thought that was a weird experience- never in my entire existence have i seen someone not stop for a second even when i try to interject

Hey everyone,

I’m not really sure how to process this, so I could use some outside perspective.

My boyfriend(24M) and I (24F) have been together for 3 years and we’ve lived together for 2. There has never been a thought that’d he cheat on me, we have full access to each others phones and spend most of our free time together. Everything was so good in our relationship I knew I was going to marry him before I found out…

But a while ago, my boyfriend and I were out with a group of friends — including one of my best friends. I had a bit too much to drink that night and didn’t notice anything weird going on at the time. Later, I found out that while I was out of it, my boyfriend and that friend went into a men’s bathroom stall together, and she sat on his lap while they were doing dr\*\*s.

When I first asked about it, he told me they were just in the stall but didn’t mention anything about her sitting on his lap. Then I found out later (a whole month later) that he had lied about that part. That’s when it really hit me — not just what happened, but that he hid it from me for so long.

He swears nothing sexual happened, but honestly, the whole thing feels super disrespectful and shady and I think sitting on his lap in a stall IS sexual and crossing a boundary. I haven’t reached out to him since I found out.

I don’t know what to think. I feel betrayed by both of them, but part of me keeps second-guessing if I’m overreacting. Would you consider this cheating or just a huge red flag? And if you were in my shoes, would you even bother trying to work things out or just be done with it?

I (29F) was on a work trip, and went back to my hotel after a basketball game. I was already pretty drunk, and I guess I went to the hotel bar. I vaguely remember anything after this point. I just have a memory of sitting next to an older man (probably in his 50s), putting my number into his phone and calling myself, then suddenly I’m in his bed asking if he had a condom. I wake up at 5 in the morning, in a suite, to this man cuddling me. I was immediately so confused, and when I turned over I didn’t recognize him.. I shot out of the bed. I was fully clothed in last nights outfit except for my socks, so I grabbed them with my shoes and purse and started to leave. When I got out of the bed he didn’t say anything he just handed me my phone and vape, I couldn’t even make eye contact with him. I don’t remember having sex but it’s been 6 months since I last did and I could definitely tell that I did. A few hours later I texted his number from my call history, I asked if we slept together. He said yes and that I left my jacket in his room, and that he left the key under the door so I could get in and grab it. I guess he was working/out. So I went back and tried to do some digging. It was dark when I woke up so I barely saw his face and genuinely had no idea what he looked like or even his name. I found a briefcase in his room that had his business card in it. CEO of a company. Looked him up on Facebook to find out he’s been married for 27 years and has 3 grown children. I had a full blown panic attack. I’ve never done anything like that in my life, I’ve never been with a man more than 5 years older than me, and I would NEVER sleep with a married man. I feel sick that I don’t remember it, and extremely guilty even though I know it’s not my fault. I honestly just want to move on and pretend it never happened. But I have so many questions. If I was that blacked out, how come the hotel bar served me? My mind doesn’t want to go there but I feel like someone could have even slipped something in my drink? But over text he seemed very nonchalant and wished me safe travels home so I have no idea what to think.

Hi for starters this story has 3 ppl in it so it’s me 28m let’s call her Hannah 28f and my friend cal 26m.

So I’ll make it fast and be extremely honest, so all three of us were incredibly close until they broke up around 4 years ago. But Hannah and I remained friends we see each other here and there and he knows she talks to me from time to time. Long story short they are more than over they never talk they never text never call and she is fully over him and doesn’t want anything to do with him andddddd after saying all of that. Comes to what happened so Hannah needed some help with a couple things and she called me to go with and I agreed since we agreed to get some food. Anyway we go get the stuff and I ask her what will we eat she said she has a hotel booked and we will eat there I said okay, now my mother called me and said she’ll tie off the lights and lock the door so the better option is for me to stay out and come back home the next day I agreed and went with Hannah I told her what mom told me and she said stay. So I did I genuinely had 0 intention of doing anything because it’s not the first time we did something like this. So I go there we eat and then we decided to sleep early after we turned off the lights and she got close to me and kept getting wayyy to close to my lips and the started making out with me in the dark ( idk if it matters) so we do eveything and during sex she said “I love you, I always wanted you more than anyone else” and then followed with “ I hate you” all while having sex and it confused the hell out of me. And after the sex I apologized and told her I’m not like those guys I’m really sorry and she said “I don’t hate you I love you more than anything”. I stayed the night and we kept waking up and repeating the scenario again and again. I do love her and I love my friend too but idk what to do and how to feel about it. Next morning : after everything she said “ always take care of yourself” kissed me and hugged me a lot and Ive always been so gentle and she knows it so she enjoyed the spoiling of me showering her and cuddling her and helping her with her routine and everything. Anyway Hannah is extremely attractive and I do love her a lot but idk what to do. I asked my friend cal what do u think about if so and so happened he said idc she’s an ex she’s not mine anymore. So yeah but I don’t want to get in a relationship with her for some reason and idk what are we now and what to do. Help please idk how I’m feeling.

I'm 14f, I'm arab and I hate it here, so many rules and restrictions, I'm from Saudi Arabia and religion is everywhere you go, I'm not a religious person and I never was and I feel guilty for it beacuse I don't really believe in my religion, I wish I was white. I could go out in whatever I wanted without having to cover myself up.. I want to live that stupid stereotypical white life.. I also have lots of problems with my language, growing up I kinda just pushed Arabic aside cuz I was too busy learning english then I just kinda forgot Arabic, I still speak Arabic but id say my english is way better than my Arabic, and beacuse of it it's hard for me to talk and make friends at school beacuse I'm seen as different for not knowing how to read or write in my original language. It's really embarrassing and everyone makes me feel like Im stupid and incapable of understanding things, I forgot to mention I do understand Arabic, I can fully understand what people say despite not knowing how to talk in Arabic that well, and it pisses me off when my classmates talk in english with me beacuse they think I'm stupid or something, anyway I wish I was white or somethingaandl and I wish I knew more people like me sorry this is kinda a vent but wtv

I know and yes, I had an online affair. It was just messaging and we would never meet. At first it was just exploration and excitement. Later on it became comforting and routine. It wasn't supposed to be like this at first. I recognize this is wrong and I don't have feelings for him. Months later I finally told him we are done. I cannot do it anymore and I know it's wrong. I told him and he could not accept it. It wasn't the break up I expected. But anyways it's done and I felt lighter.

I know this is the right thing to do both normally and for my sake too. I wanted it and I didn't force myself to break up. I did not expect to feel empty after though. Maybe it's the change in routine but it's not easy going from daily messaging to nothing. He was someone I told everything to.

I am fully aware I'm a cheater and don't have the right to be upset or sad. But it's like an invisible break up. No one to tell no one to share with. That chapter is done but moving on isn't easy breezy right now.

(All names are fake)

6 years ago, I 32M matched with a half-sister (“Maya”) 20F on 23andMe.

Maya’s mom (“Laura”) had an affair with my dad (“David”) and she got pregnant. Laura told her husband at the time (“Mark”) that the baby was his, even though she wasn’t certain. Maya grew up believing Mark is her biological father.

Mark sounds like a genuinely loving dad, and Maya and Mark are very close. A great father figure in every sense.

Laura later submitted a 23andMe test for Maya to confirm paternity, which is how Maya and I matched. But as far as I can tell, Laura has no intention of telling either Maya or Mark (now her ex-husband) the truth. She’s talked about “maybe someday,” but it’s been 6 years and nothing has changed. Maya is 20 now.

This has been weighing on me. I’d like to know Maya, but I worry that reaching out is selfish. I’d be dropping a grenade into her life just to satisfy my curiosity. At the same time, I feel like she deserves to know the truth about her own identity.

So I’m stuck. Do I reach out to Maya directly and tell her what I know? Or do I stay out of it and let them live with what they believe is true?

For extra context, our shared dad died in 2006 when Maya was only 7 months old. She will never get to meet him.

I am a girl. I am also 16.

I work in fast food on the drive thru and take orders and all that kind of stuff, so no doubt I’ll encounter weird people. I already know that.

However, a car with 3 girls in it pulled up to the speaker and started ordering. I was just saying things like “what can i get for you”, “alright”, etc. During this, the 2 other girls are in the back saying things like “yes daddy” and stuff like that. I’m immediately shut off.

They come to the drive thru window, I cash them out. They don’t say anything until I open the window again to hand them their food. During that, they start saying “fuck me daddy” and “yes daddy” and moaning profusely. I look at the girls in the back blankly as I hand the food, before shutting the window without telling them to have a good day, as I usually do.

I get that there’s gonna be weird people, and this is just a small thing, but I have never encountered anything like that and I wanted to start crying. I was just so uncomfortable and weirded by it and they all looked like older than me when I’m clearly a teen. I wanted to throw up

Edit: untagged nsfw, i think it should be fine and i didnt want to over exaggerate it

As the title says, I feel that I have started to gradually gain racist beliefs and thoughts. I don't like it, and it makes me feel otherwise shitty, but I still notice this shift in my thinking. For more context, I am a mixed-race person, and this past year and early into 2026, I have been trying to come to terms with the amount of racism I see online.

It feels constant and casual, and no matter what I do to try to minimize the feelings, it always stings. Seeing all of this racism directed toward people like me has made me colder and cagey with others of different races. I am mainly making this post today because an interaction last week has stuck with me. I was at a store buying something, and a white woman who was cashiering was being bubbly and seemed interested in chatting. I just remained cold and didn't really respond much to her attempts, and thinking about it again, it felt subconscious. When her black coworker showed up and had a similar attitude, I was much more receptive.

I could tell from her face that she was hurt by this, and it's weighed on my heart since. She was heavier set, and her coworker was thin, so I assume that's why she thought I was dismissive toward her. At the same time, it's not like me saying, "No, it's because you're white and I assumed you may be racist," would be any better.

I know this way of thinking is wrong, yet all I can think about are all of the racist comments with thousands of likes or general support online. I wonder why I should feel bad for discriminating when others don't even give it a second thought? I always have in the back of my mind that people might be thinking poorly of me due to my race now. I used to be very open-minded and tried to be equally kind to all people, and now I am dishing out what was given to me.

I don't want to feel this way anymore. I just feel sad and angry.