Cuando éramos niños, mi mamá trabajaba muchísimo y mi abuela se encargaba de nosotros, pasando su tiempo ocupada en la cocina mientras nosotros jugábamos en el patio. Yo tengo 5 años más que mi hermano, y de niño tenía la costumbre de jugar a la cocina con comida, y usaba productos de verdad que agarraba sin permiso de la cocina de mi abuela. Ese día, cuando se me ocurrió hacer una salsa, machaqué la pasta de jabón de lavar, le agregué un poquito de agua, y al final logré una pasta que se podía untar, y le di una buena cucharada. Ella empezó a llorar y le dolía la panza, pero le di algo dulce para que no contara a nadie lo sucedido. Nunca le conté a nadie pero hoy ya grande me siento muy mal por eso.

yesterday i (f19) got caught for the first time. ive been trying to stop but i got caught for something small and luckily they decided not to call the police and let me go. i know i wont steal anymore because my fear of everyone finding out im a thief is not worth is.

now that ive just "stopped" stealing im still scared. im scared ill still get caught for my past mistakes. ive never stolen over 80 euros im just scared theyll recognise me in stores that i went or that they sent footage to the police and theyre making a case.

i wanna move on and live a normal life with paying for every damn thing but im too scared to go out or in stores because i dont want to get recognised by coincidence or that the police finds me from footage

im so fking scared and i just want to continue my life

for years i was cheated on, hurt all kinds of ways, talked to bad, taken advantage of etc. and thru all of that i was loyal, and giving and forgiving and open to love. and i guess thats just one of the fkd up aspects of life because how sad is it that by the time i finally came across somebody who was different. i did all of the things that had been done to me, to him.

I (m40s) got a little bit drunk at a work do a few weeks ago, and gave my bosses boss (m40s) a bj in someone's office

Was done in 5 minutes or so, first time ever doing this, been in a long term relationship with a women for so long and recently separated

That's how this happened, was talking to a few work mates about being recently separated and wanted to start having new experiences and wasn't even meant in a sexual way, just in life in general, he was listening and after a few drinks asked me if I wanted to have a "new experience"

He came by a few days ago and said that my name was in the ring for a promotion, I had never applied for or even really wanted and most probably don't deserve just yet

I (18F) started college this year, and now that I'm out of high school, I want to get this off my mind. I was a special ed kid with an IEP due to hearing loss, and I've always hated math. I would never do any other special ed class, wanting to show up the haters, but in math class, I always went for the easier, special ed version. While I dislike the fill-in-the-blank version, I always asked the teacher for help, and she would basically do the question for me. I'm also underdeveloped in math because of COVID when I was in sixth grade, which is when you get your math foundations.

When it came to senior year, my schedule had me take Physics, the hardest class in my school. The instructor was nice, but he warned us that the material was dense and gave us notecards to write down the formulas for each test. He then said that for the calculations, we could either use a scientific calculator or Desmos, a scientific calculator and graphing website. I chose Desmos on my school Chromebook. I scraped by two tests before the third, when I googled the answer by giving it the question. To my surprise, the school had not blocked Gemini on Google searches, while they had blocked every other AI source. I kept my Chromebook brightness low, got the answers and the method so it looked like I showed my work, and nobody in the class noticed or cared. I started using that for every question, and my average grade in that class went from a C- to a 98%. The instructor liked me and was proud of me, and my parents were impressed also (they had high expectations; gotta be a straight-A student!). I was sure I must've been caught when I was called to the principal's office, but he just congratulated me for being valedictorian for the year.

I'm not sure whether I feel guilty or not. If it wasn't for the schedule (and the new advisor who made it), I probably would have made rank anyway in a clean manner. I don't mention to people that I was a valedictorian; it feels filthy and ill-given, although I do have the tendency to think that my accomplishments are never enough to satisfy me, even though I have plenty for my age.

Basically what the title says…

I been cheating on my wife for two years now, emotionally and physically. She is a great wife, she is beautiful, she is every man's dream. Why do I do it ? I do it for the rush, the excitement, always feeling the need for more. Am I wanting to stop? no.

*Yes i know i will get tons of criticism, hate speeches, etc... and that's fine*. Just wanted to get this off my chest.

I bought a dress and it was delivered today after the alteration and lord was it the most.... How do I put this? I'm more in shock than angry. I mean how did the tailor mess up so bad? I forgot a second thought that, I wasn't enough. Like height and measurements. Then I reflected, why did I want to fit myself into the dress? When the dress should fit me? Well, at least I was able to clear the cloud in my head before it spiralled beyond control.

I'm a married man and last week I did something I never thought I'd actually do.

I was traveling alone for a business trip when I met a flight attendant on my flight. She was attractive, friendly, and we ended up having a conversation that was a little more flirtatious than it should've been.

I didn't think much of it initially, but somehow we exchanged numbers before leaving the airport. Later that evening, she texted me asking what I was doing. We met for drinks at the hotel bar, one thing led to another, and she ended up spending the night in my room.

I'm not going to pretend it was an accident or that I didn't know what I was doing. I knew exactly what was happening, and I could've stopped it at any point.

The weirdest part is that when I got home, everything was completely normal. My wife kissed me, asked about my trip, and we had dinner together like we always do.

She has absolutely no suspicion that anything happened.

The flight attendant and I haven't spoken since, and I don't intend to contact her again.

I've been married for years, and until last week, I'd never cheated on my wife. I always thought I was the kind of man who wouldn't cross that line.

What bothers me most is how easily I went back to my normal life afterward. I expected to feel completely different, but instead I'm sitting across from my wife at breakfast, talking about groceries and weekend plans, knowing there's something about me she doesn't know.

I don't even know why I'm posting this. I guess I just wanted to admit it somewhere because nobody in my actual life knows.

I got his number from her phone n started texting him randomly for a long time, like a couple years before he finally figured who I was. I def dropped hints n kinda wanted him to know who I was cuz I had a crush on him.

Anyways hes close to double my age n ik my sister would kill me if she knew what we talked about n what we sent each other. I kinda think thats part of the excitement tho?

N yes I am older then 18

Not feeding babies or changing diapers but teaching my 'imaginary' son and daughter about personal responsibility and raising them to be independent at a young age. My brain his been doing this a lot recently. Argh! How do I make it stop?

I must admit that I love playing around with men, but when it comes to masc muscle mommies just melt. I am obsessive with constantly refreshing my feed waiting to see a new pic of them. I fantasize about being with a big strong masc woman. I wish there were hot women in real life like there are on here.

I was poor most of my life and ironically, it was because I wanted to improve my life. For example, I've worked two jobs since high school so I could pay for college. I had to make choices between eating or glasses. I didn't get a car until I was 25. It sucked.

Even after I graduated and started working, it was next to impossible to save. Everything just went to surviving. I had never been on vacation!

I won a large lottery in my early 30s and I never have to work again. I never felt completely comfortable being rich. I didn't buy a mansion or a corvette. I have a small beach house and drive a Prius. In the beginning, I was very generous with my money and it was the biggest regret that I have. So many people scammed and ripped me off and took advantage of the kindness that I wished that someone had shown me when I needed a new pair of glasses. The most outrageous thing was when a friend wanted to propose to his girlfriend and asked me to finance this trip for him, his family, friends and his girlfriend and her family and friends to Paris. We are talking about 100K. To me, that's not a a lot. I wasn't even close with this guy. The insulting part was that I wasn't even invited. I said no. Then he said I could come if I wanted. I still said no. My friends thought I was being a selfish prick because I didn't want to pay for a free vacation for them and their girlfriends. I stopped being friends with them.

My family was even worse. I paid for the house that my mother was renting. Immediately, my two siblings stopped working and moved in with her, rent free. The most insulting thing was how I'd pay for my mother's groceries, like high-end stuff. She would ask for salmon and filet mignon (talking about $50 cuts. It wasn't about the price as much as it was about the time and effort. I found out that she was feeding it to her dogs. No thanks, nothing. Then my siblings started asking for money like for a hotel because they weren't getting along with each other and didn't want to stay there.

No one acknowledged my birthday or checked in with me unless they wanted money. I started to call people out and they would say "oh I thought you wanted to be left alone." Leave me alone unless you want money? That makes sense.

I also gave a lot to charity. They were like family and friends. They took the money and would come back asking for more because they had more drama. I've blocked so many numbers and emails because unsubscribing to them doesn't work. Those mofos SOLD my information to other charities too! I can't donate anon either and I am not breaking my neck to give someone money. I didn't want anyone in my family to get any of my money if I died so I wanted to appoint charities as my beneficiaries. Every charity that I picked had made the process so difficult that I said fuck them. I ended up making a local animal shelter as the sole beneficiary after I die and I don't even have pets! They were just easiest to deal with.

I would love to help someone like me when I was younger - working because they have to work, going to school and wanting to be an independent person. I couldn't find anyone like that. It's like the more you help a poor person out, the more dependent they become on you. They will purposely make poor choices and normalize it for money. Like getting pregnant.

People think I am lonely because I am a recluse, but I am far from it. I am at peace.

When I was working inside a sterile area for a medicine production company - setting up thermometers - I cut myself on a sharp metal edge inside a vacuum accessed subroom.

It wasn't part if the equipment itself, but I got blood on it (and the floor), which I removed with a wet wipe.

It was a room my boss mistakenly told them, we wouldn't have to enter - so I don't know if it was ever sterilised after we were there.

My boss wasn't super nice (I don't work there anymore), and I honestly forgot to tell anyone when it happened. I felt too ashamed to admit it the next day - and at the end I never actually told anyone.

One of the most rewarding things to do online when I'm bored, is to go to rich people's pages or any one that living my dream life and write something negative to them, anything that makes them feel bad about themselves. I know it’s wrong, but sometimes it’s the only way to stop my jealousy.

i have been separated from my wife after being married for 25 years. At 53 i found it hard being single again and trying to work my way through life. I actually had been going to the gym and lost some weight. I found myself a bit horny after that too. Meeting women for sex seemed almost impossible now then it was when i was in my 20's. TBH it had been almost 30 years since I had sex with men too. I got on Grindr and then Sniffies to look for a guy to give me head. I talked to a guy who is 19yo and lived at home with his mom on the app. He was alone one evening he came over and gave me head. Then a few weeks later, I bent him over my bed and had sex. When he is not busy with his girlfriend and can get out of this house, we have fun together.

The idea is to get them to push me over the edge so I can stop being a pussy and kill myself.

I had a childhood friend that i knew since I was 4, she passed away very suddenly at 15. I was hanging out at a restaurant right down the street from her house and I watched all the ambulances and fire trucks go to her neighborhood. I didn’t think anything of it then because her neighborhood has a lot of older folk that live there. I didn’t realize that it was her until a week later. This was a few years ago but you can’t just stop grieving. I’ve gotten really close with a few new friends but I’m so scared that one of them are just going to disappear again. My childhood friend had no signs of what she passed from. I tell my best friend every now and then that I’m terrified that she’ll disappear so suddenly and all she can do is reassure me that she won’t, but how can I know that for sure
Sorry if this doesn’t make sense I just need to put my thoughts on paper

i met this guy off of hinge and was seeing him for a few weeks. then i found out he was still seeing his ex. they weren’t official but were exclusive. her and i found out that he had been lying to us both. i had initially told her i didn’t think id ever see him again. i ended up seeing him again.

i have severe ocd and i have confession ocd where i feel like i need to confess or something bad will happen or ill go to hell. so every time i saw him i felt like i had to confess to her and update her even though she didn’t want to hear about it. i didn’t want to be a liar.

she eventually blocked me. i got around the blocks and messaged her about how sorry i am and that i had cut ties with him. but i never actually cut ties with him until 10/8/26

i never should have kept seeing and talking to the guy. and i regret so much. what makes me feel like an absolute horrible person is that i know this girl is suicidal and i still chose to see and talk to the boy she loves. i feel horrible and wish i could go back in time and i should have stopped talking to him a long time ago.

i cut ties with the guy 10/8/26 and have deleted his number and i am never going to see him or talk to him ever again. but the girl doesn’t know that. i need the girl to know that i for real cut ties with him and im so scared that if i don’t confess to her and apologize to her then what if she finds out i still kept seeing him and talking to him after i told her i’d cut him off. what if she finds out and is suicidal and/or commits suicide after finding out i kept seeing him and talking to him after i told her i cut ties with him.

this is all that’s been on my mind 24/7 and i can’t eat or work, all i do is cry and i don’t know how to make things right

my ocd is saying i need to confess to her and confess that i kept seeing/talking to him before 10/8/26. i need to tell her i actually cut ties with him 10/8/26 and that i kept seeing him and talking to him before that and im so sorry and i don’t want her to commit suicide and i’m so sorry if i made/make her suicidal and im just so scared she’s going to commit suicide and it’ll be my fault.

i don’t know if i should create another instagram account and try to message her. she has told me to leave her alone but im so scared if i dont say something what if she finds out i kept seeing and talking to him and im so scared she will commit suicide and i don’t ever want anyone to ever hurt themselves im just so distressed 24/7 and this is all i’ve been thinking about constantly.

i really don’t know what to do and i just want to be a good person and this is the worst thing ive ever done and im just so scared and im scared im going to go to hell and i’m just so scared. i never should have kept seeing the guy and i wish i could go back in time

TL;DR i got involved with a guy who had a complicated history with another girl who loves him and is struggling with suicidal thoughts. i knew she has feelings for him, but I continued seeing and talking to him, even after telling her I had cut ties with him. i have severe ocd and don’t know if i should find another way to message her. i don’t want her to commit suicide because of me.

Since forever I have been put on a pedestal and given lots of responsibilities which is due to the fact I’m the eldest girl , “smart” , and I also thinks this intertwines with race too . I’m a black girl and I’m chubby so I never really had the space to be treated delicately and softly . I always have been perceived as mature for my age and an over achiever . And finally it’s catching up to me I don’t get validation from it anymore I feel the responsibilities building up and it doesn’t help I just started my first year of this college prep program and my parents are expecting to still be as resilient as I was in 8th grade… I feel bad because I know this isn’t normal I know most girls my age want to be older or be perceived as older. And now I feel stuck or stunted

I've been carrying the guilt of an action I made that ruined a community of friends. Back between 2008-2011 a group of filmmakers on YouTube had been getting together online and chatting. We even discussed flying and meeting up together to make a movie. In 2011 I organized an official group for us. In a few weeks I got depressed, created a fake account and attacked my channel mainly, and others, saying how terrible I was. They figured it out and I confessed. They kicked me out of the group and the group began to fight and fall apart. Even 15 years later the reorganized group has never been the same. Some walked away and never talked to us again. And it's all my fault. I ruined friendships, hobbies, hopes, dreams, and 15 years later I carry this burden, I still hate myself for my actions.

I’m a total exhibitionist. I love posting pornographic photos and videos of myself online. I show everything including my face. Some of my posts include me with other men(oral only). My other photos and videos range from soft to more hardcore. I can’t seem to stop and get an excitement and rush that keeps me from stoping. My wife has no idea I do this. And neither does my family. All of my pics and videos are on gay websites so I don’t worry too much since everyone I know is straight. I do worry about some friends and work associates finding out and telling my wife or family. I had one client stop talking to me for no reason at all and this is the only thing I can think of that may have caused it. I’m hoping the web is too big for any of them to find out because I want to stop, but can’t help to keep posting. I enjoy it too much .

it’s so frustrating because I knew two famous people in 2017 and people just tell me oh boy you’re crazy and you got catfished and these people have no idea what they are talking about. how can other people dictate a random persons life or know what happened.

I know a man who is so dumb- he has no clue what okra is. then it gets worse- he has no idea what cilantro, lemongrass, Ozempic, mounjaro or anything else else is. he is one of the biggest idiots ive met and is 69 years old but he thinks he’s so great though he is just scum.

How can some idiot have no clue what okra is? how is this possible? he has never even heard of. he doesn’t know what a glp-1 is either.

he also makes over six figures a year, gets 27,000 bonuses just like that, has no higher education and some wealthy company decided to put their faith in this moron. it’s so confusing. He also brags about how much money he makes and conversations with him are so boring i have to make excuses to get off the phone.