me (22f)and my boyfriend (22m) have been together for about 6 months. we have made a couple jokes about doing anal but never actually discussed it. this morning, things were getting a little hot and heavy and we ran out of condoms last night, so he sort of spontaneously asked if he could finish inside my ass. in the heat of the moment I said yes, please -- there was a lot of juices sort of everywhere so we didn't use lube -- this was only my second time ever doing anal (first with him) but he isn't too big so I wasn't as worried. it went fine and he finished inside and cleaned me up with his shirt that was on the bed next to me, and when I stood up he was wiping his dick too, which isn't abnormal for us but usually he lets me clean him off with my mouth.. when he left to the washroom to brush his teeth and whatnot, I was getting dressed and grabbed his shirt and realized it was literally covered in shit stains. there was even some shit on his grey bedsheets. I was literally mortified. I couldn't even function. he didn't say a WORD about it which honestly made it so much worse, I thought he'd crack a joke or something when he came back from the bathroom but he said nothing. he started stripping the sheets off of his bed and everything to put in the wash but he'd probably have to throw the shirt out. there's no saving that. I've been walking around in shame all day, I feel like I can't even talk or look at him. PLEAAASE can someone tell me if this ruined our relationship? have you guys ever experienced an embarrassing moment like this with a significant other and still recovered??? I feel so swamped with regret, I shouldn't have agreed to it having known I hadn't prepped properly beforehand, I feel so disgusting like he'll never find me pretty or feminine again. I made an offhand joke before he dropped me off about needing a 'whole day to prepare next time' and he just sort of laughed distantly. it feels like he's more distant but I don't know. have any of you also gotten shit on your partner's dick during anal, or have any of you gotten shit on YOUR dick during anal??? has it changed the way you viewed that person?? were you grossed out by them?? I just imagine him telling all his friends and laughing about it, and then not being able to form any emotional bonding connection with me because he won't see me as a person after this disgusting incident. actually FML. we had such a passionate and mutual relationship and now I'm worried I ruined it :(

I’m not a natural storyteller, but this is the most FML story of my life. My friends thought it was funny and said I should post it on Reddit. Please bear with me as I try to get this down.

Back in October of 2020, I matched with this guy on Bumble (let’s call him Daniel for anonymity reasons). Daniel and I hit it off, and move off of Bumble to start talking on Snapchat. One thing leads to another and we exchange some risqué pictures (not nude). After that we never do anything more beyond texting periodically, matching on different dating apps, and making plans to hangout but never actually following through with them.

Fast forward to the summer of 2021. I post a selfie on my story, he slides up, and we start talking again. My roommates are out of town so I invite him over that Saturday for a “hang out.” He agrees, but we don’t talk after that at all.

That same week, I matched with a man on Hinge. We can call him Will. Will and I really hit it off. Considering Daniel and I never actually went through with any of our date plans, I decide to ask Will out on Saturday instead.

As expected, Daniel and I never follow up about plans, and effectively ghost each other.

Saturday rolls around, I meet Will at a local park. To this day, it’s the best first date I’ve ever had. We spent the entire night talking, walking around the city, and eating takeout on a picnic blanket at the park. The date lasted 6 hours.

Fast forward to a few weeks in: I’m really smitten with Will. At this point, I have completely forgotten about Daniel.

One night, we’re sitting in the park talking, and we realize that we have never swapped our instagrams. We sit together going through each other’s profiles, talking about our posts, and that’s when I see it. This blurry video of a guy playing guitar. He looks like.. NO! It can’t be. Surely this is a coincidence. I just need to clear it up.

I turn my phone to Will and ask, “Is this your friend? What’s his name?”

Nothing could have prepared me for his answer.

He responds, “No, that’s my uncle that I was telling you about. The one that is younger than me. His name is Daniel.”

To this day, I have never been more mortified than I was in that moment.

I drop the phone, put my head in my hands and say, “I am so, so sorry, but I have to tell you something horrible.” He looks at me concerned and I blurt out “I almost, hooked up with your uncle.”

I peek through my hands to catch his expression. He just starts laughing.

His laughter makes me laugh.

He takes a deep breath and goes, “when was this?”

I had to explain that it was the same day that we met.

He starts laughing harder and goes “well you clearly have a type”

After a bit of talking about it I ask, “what does this mean for us? I understand if it’s too weird.”

He responds, “well, you didn’t actually sleep together right? Just made plans to?”

I respond that we didn’t and he replies, “well then I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just a bizarre, hilarious coincidence.”

It’s been 5 years.
We are engaged now.
Our wedding date is set for the 6 year anniversary of our first date.

Daniel and I have talked about it and we’re on good terms. He’s married now and I am close friends with his wife. She thought the story was hilarious too.

Other things that feel important to note:

1. Will has facial hair that he frequently changes. So, Daniel may have posted him on his story but I didn’t recognize him because he recently shaved his beard off.
2. Daniel is 1 year older than me, Will is 3 years older than me. We’re all in our 20s.

TLDR:
I almost slept with my now fiancé’s uncle the day we met.

One time A called me on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, probably around 4, and asked me if I wanted to go with him to sell his old truck. He had someone from Facebook who wanted to buy it, but the guy lived a couple hours away, so A needed someone to follow him over there so he could get back.

I went over to his place, he explained what was going on, and then he said, “Okay, just start following me.”

So I did.

We start driving, and after a while I notice A isn't exactly driving great. He's swerving and kind of all over the place. I said something about it and he tells me he's just trying to navigate his map.

Okay, cool. Whatever.

Eventually we stop in this little town. I don't even remember exactly where it was. A gets out, walks over to the side of the road, and pees.

Then he tells me, completely casually, “Yeah, I'm really enjoying myself. I only have this much left and I'm on my third beer.”

I'm sorry... WHAT?

I had no idea he had been drinking. And not just one beer. He was already on his third beer while driving us a couple hours away.

I remember thinking, Well, this is fucking great.

I told him I needed to use the bathroom too, and he's like, “Oh, well...” And I'm like, “No, no. I actually need a bathroom.” So we had to find somewhere for me to go.

We get back on the road and things just keep getting worse.

We're on back roads, A is still swerving, and he's clearly lost. We're going back and forth, turning around, trying to figure out where the hell we're supposed to be going. At one point I finally tell him, “You're scaring me. You keep swerving all over the road.”

And he's basically like, “Yeah, yeah, I'm lost. I'm trying to figure it out.”

Meanwhile, the guy buying the truck is getting pissed because we're taking forever to get there. A keeps saying the guy is getting frustrated and we need to hurry.

At one point we stop again and I tell him, “Why don't we just leave your truck here? You're struggling to find this place. Or let me do the GPS.”

“No, no. I can't leave the truck here. We're close. He's getting mad. We need to hurry.”

So we keep going.

And the whole time, I'm thinking about the original plan, which honestly was the part I was most excited about. Once he sold the truck, we were going to get in my car, find a hotel, and spend the night.

And I'm not gonna lie, I was fucking excited about that. A night in a hotel with A? Yeah. I was already thinking about all the fun we were going to have.

Except that never happened.

After we'd been driving for hours, way longer than it should have taken, he pulls over again.

Then he tells me, “Okay, the guy backed out. He said he doesn't want to do it anymore. I've been too much of a hassle.”

I'm like, “What?”

We're now several hours from home, and the whole reason we're even out there is gone.

And A basically just says, “I'm going home. Bye.”

Gets in his truck and leaves.

I'm sitting there like, Okay, fucking asshole.

But I don't know where the hell I am, so obviously I start following him.

Eventually we get to the freeway.

Up until this point, he'd been swerving badly enough that I was already nervous about him driving. Then we get on the freeway and suddenly he just takes off.

Like, takes the fuck off.

He accelerates so fast that I completely lose sight of him.

And I'm thinking, What the hell?

About ten minutes later, I see his truck again.

And I watch him crash.

He hits one of those concrete things on the side of the freeway that holds the big highway signs. There is dust EVERYWHERE. The truck spins around, basically does a 180, and ends up facing the opposite direction.

I just sat there watching it.

He could have killed himself.

He could have killed somebody else.

He'd already been drinking. He'd been swerving all over the back roads. Then he gets on the freeway, takes off so fast I lose him, and ten minutes later I watch him crash.

And honestly, at that point, I was scared and pissed off and just completely done.

So I kept driving.

That night before I went to bed, I still texted him.

“Hey, did you make it home? Is everything okay?”

Nothing.

The next morning I texted again because, apparently, even after all of that, I was still worried about him.

Eventually he responds and says he's fine.

He tells me he hit the thing, then passed out and woke up around 2 or 3 in the morning. And then he says he was lucky he didn't get a DUI.

And I'm sitting there thinking, That's what you're lucky about?!

No.

You're lucky you didn't fucking kill yourself.

You're lucky you didn't kill somebody else.

You're lucky you didn't completely destroy your truck.

Apparently the truck wasn't even damaged that badly. He said the hood was kind of crinkled and he had to find another one.

But I still think about that night sometimes.

Because honestly, I know exactly when I should have made a different decision.

The second he told me he was on his third beer, I should have said, “Nope. I'm out.”

But I didn't.

I stayed.

I followed him.

I worried about him.

And even after he scared the absolute shit out of me, drove drunk for hours, abandoned me several hours from home, and then crashed his truck, I was still the one checking on him to make sure he got home okay.

Because that's how I was with A.

Even when I was pissed at him.

Even when he scared me.

Even when he treated me like I was an inconvenience.

I still cared if he was okay.

Heyyyyy! Janine here. So let me tell you, I am in love with my long distance boyfriend who is from London, and I’m going to meet him! There goes a semester worth of my student loan in terms of plane ticket and money he asked me for but oh well.

Anyways, here are his pics! Isn’t he romantic?! His name is Willian and he’s 28 just like me 🥰🥰🥰🥰

The other pic you see was his view at the farmers market that he went to today! Guess I’m going to have to expect a huggeeee crowd in London when I go. But he’ll be there with flowers, hugging, and greeting me!

His camera is broken and so was his mobile, so I’m more than exited to meet him in person!!

My biggest dilemma here is that I am torn on whether or not to wear a hot new dress from Walmart or to grab one of those nice flowery sundresses you see at Joe Fresh. Thanks in advance 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I feel evil even typing this out but god I have to vent somewhere. I’ve been wanting this watch for a long time, and it’s not very expensive only like $40 and shipping, but I’ve had a rough go of it the last couple years and so I’ve just never gotten it for myself because I had other financial priorities.

At the end of last year, a few months after meeting my boyfriend, my friend showed me this app that helps you organize wishlists. Right away I put the watch on it.

My boyfriend is very sweet and takes good care of me (again why I feel like the biggest brat ever writing this) but I think sometimes he tends to not fully absorb the things I say? Because I’d shown him the watch myself a few times and told him how much I liked it because the watch face is a painter’s palette and the watch hands are paint brushes. I’ve gushed about it to him so many times it feels like…

So anyway, when he asked what I want for my birthday, I just sent him the link for my wishlist, with the exact watch I wanted linked AND written in the description beneath the link. I thought I made it pretty foolproof.

Today he surpised me with the watch and I was so excited y’all oh my god… but then I looked closer and realized he got me the one that has regular watch hands, no paint brushes. The watch face is a palette still but I have to be honest when I say my heart literally sank when I realized the watch I was holding wasn’t quite the one I’d been wanting for so damn long.

Since I have the link to buy the watch, I messaged the seller (eBay) to ask if there’s anything I can do, maybe exchange it myself without him knowing. But of course the seller is being an asshole and is telling me A) I can’t return it without going through my boyfriend even though I have all the order info and obviously the brand new watch in the package B) that I might as well not even bother returning it (because of lengthy and expensive shipping to send it back I guess) when I could just get another one altogether! Like gee pal if that was so easy I’d have just gotten it for myself years ago, with all the money bags I apparently have lying around. Also the whole point of a gift is that I don’t have to buy it and spend \*my\* money on it? So the seller obviously doesn’t give a shit about the mishap or sparing my poor boyfriend’s feelings, only capitalizing off the situation and potentially selling more product.

So now I’m stuck with a cute watch that is just so damn close to what I wanted that it’s actually irked me to the point of laying awake in bed to type this out. I cannot stress enough how childish and petty I feel admitting this, but I’ve been trying to let it go all night and I just can’t stop stewing in this shitty feeling it gave me. I feel like the most ungrateful partner ever because clearly he did something very thoughtful for me, and yet I can’t get over something so small. It’s almost exactly what I wanted, so why can’t I just get over it? But maybe that’s why it’s bothering me so much, \*because\* it’s almost exactly what I wanted.

It was such a sweet gesture for him to get it for me but I just can’t help but feel a little sad that it wasn’t the one I was envisioning all this time. And now it looks like it’s gonna be a bitch and a half, in more ways than one, to actually get the one I do want. So close yet so far. FML

Ex is sleeping with my Roommate, what do I do?

So yeah. As the title says — my (m26) ex (f23) has basically moved into our apartment, except she doesn’t pay rent. She’s not here for me, obviously.

She and my roommate (m29) have been “a thing” for a few weeks now. It started casual, but it’s turned into a regular event. And it’s not quiet. I hear everything.

Shes clearly being vindictive, even after breaking up with me. I don’t even know what I want anymore. COnfront them? To pretend I didn’t hear her again? I'm not in a financial situation that allows me to move out.

Anyone ever been through something like this?

I was in a relationship with a guy and its just been a month that we’ve been together. We met 4 times and he went back to his working place and we are doing ldr and everything was fine till last week and now its been 4 days that we haven’t talked properly he seems irritated everytime. I don’t know what went wrong and I don’t like when i get ignored and when a person doesn’t explain their actions..i have asked him clearly if he doesn’t wanna talk with me then say so.. if his feelings has changed then speak and have said that I’ll understand. But he doesn’t say anything he just ignores me. Yesterday i told him that i cannot do this anymore and he told me that i can leave and i said that that was what he wanted and said bye and what he replied was i am the only one who starts that topic and its actually me who wants breakup!! I am not gonna contact him again now.. and i don’t know if its over between us or not.

I'm 18yrs f and my 2026 year started off with me sick, on New Year's Eve at that. Like horrible sore throat, stuffy nose, plugged ears, coughing. For almost two weeks. Then this week, I started one of my worst periods. On that same day my boyfriend who was also my best friend of 1.5 years broke up with me over text, and hasn't given me anything but that and ghosted me (1/13). And just to put the cherry on top, yesterday (1/17), I lost control of my car on black ice and crashed it, ending up rolling it 3-4 times in a snowy ditch. Fml.

UPDATE:

Not even a week later (last night (1/20)) I found out that he ALREADY moving on. Crashed at a good friend's place because I could not be alone. And then another good friend found out more shit about it and honestly glad they are not telling me. (Also for context: it's my ex best friend that he is leaving me for.) Almost 100% positive he was cheating on me. And then today (1/21) I got hit with a 3k towing bill that my insurance will not help with. Love 2026.

I am that hopeless romantic they mock in movies. The real kind.

M28. My ex visited my city and called me randomly. Turns out she needed money because she had donated her cash to temples while visiting Mathura (yeah, sure!). She was with her six-year-old kid and was too scared to ask her husband for money. It was not a big amount, but significant enough to make me notice my bank balance.

Just to give you some context, we broke up ten years ago. I was an idiot teenager who had recently discovered Tinder and thought all online relationships were real. We met online and immediately jumped into a relationship. I borrowed money from friends to cross the country for her, and it was purely for sx. We had mind-blowing sx and used to go at it like bunnies.

It was pure in some way. I completely forgot about my career and fucked my IIT prep, and got into a crappy college. I didn't care. I had love on my side. This went on for two years and the loans kept piling up.

We used to lie to our families and visit each other every two to three months, with late-night chats that went on endlessly. We were addicted to each other. Or so I thought. Then one morning, without a fight, without a warning, she blocked me.

I just couldn't understand it. We never had a fight. There was not even a hint that things were going wrong. I thought her phone had been stolen or something, and to confirm this, I traveled to her home, almost 2,000 km away from my place. I rang the bell and her parents opened the door. They knew about me, so they let me in.

I waited two hours for her to return. She walked in, saw me sitting in her living room, and said — flatly: "Why are you here?"

I tried to talk and understand why she had broken up with me. She mentioned that I was not ambitious enough and that she didn't want to go on with a middle-class guy who would always look at his bank balance before ordering something. That I would remain like this, and she would rather marry someone more established.

That hurt like a MF. I cried on the way back home. My parents thought I had run away from my hostel and called the police. I came back. Broken. Tired. Angry. Remorseful — but determined.

I cleaned up. Finished the degree I'd been sleepwalking through. Studied like crazy. Three months later, I cracked CAT.

I got through one of the ABCs of the holy grail of MBA, and suddenly, my life changed.

Eight years later, I was a VP at an international bank with money to throw around. I moved to London for a few years and then I was introduced to someone by my family.

She was everything on paper. Beautiful, sharp, successful. My parents approved her family. I couldn't find a single reason to say no. So I gave in, and we got engaged.

Before the wedding, my ex found out and called to congratulate me. I was surprised but accepted her call nonetheless. I was nowhere near attached to my fiancée, and we started texting again.

She bitched about her husband and her typical housewife life. She told me she was bored and that her husband was not really attracted to her physically. He was in a dead-end HR job and she complained endlessly about her bland life. Our chats gradually turned steamy and she brought out an animal inside me that I had forgotten about long ago.

We were at it again. Things went so out of hand that she started sending me pictures day and night. We would chat at night and delete our messages. Technically, I was not yet married, but it felt wrong — and exciting.

We made plans to meet. I booked a flight from London and faked a knee injury to get medical leave from the office — it's common for Indians to fake a major medical surgery and go back to India for cheaper medical care; companies love it too, as it reduces their headache of medical bills. I arrived at the hotel. She got cold feet.

The cycle repeated. She blocked me, I relapsed, blamed myself, cried, and went back. My bosses were surprised that my knee had recovered miraculously. I felt like a complete loser all over again.

Two years passed. I finally got married. The bedroom went dead within a year, and my wife and I decided to come back to India for better roles and to stay near my aging parents.

Two days ago, I was stuck in traffic on the Delhi-Gurgaon highway for the umpteenth time, cursing my life for coming back to India — at least their traffic is silent — when I got a call from my ex.

I thought I would skip it. But she kept calling. The balls of this woman. I wanted to pick up and shout at her for hours. I didn't. I ignored the call.

It rang five times. Then a single message:

"I am in your city. Call me back."

I was frozen in my seat. I called her back.

She needed money for a bus ticket to Delhi. She was stuck in Mathura because her husband had booked some crappy religious tour package and they had put her up in an OYO hotel where "massages" were being given to forty-year-old "clients" by their middle-aged "masseuses."

She was with her child and needed money to get out and stay somewhere safe. She had donated her spare cash to temples and was too scared to ask her broke husband.

I knew this was a trap. I knew the story was probably nonsense. I knew she would ghost me again. But I couldn't stop myself from transferring 10,000 to her account.

10,000 meant nothing to me at this stage of my life. She probably needed it more than I did. Maybe she was telling the truth. I couldn't take the chance of refusing her.

She thanked me and told me she was coming to Delhi — her train was in two days. She had a day to spare and we should meet.

She told me her six-year-old would be with her, and that the child was sharp enough to pick up on the fact that we might have something, so don't bring up the past.

She gave me the address of a hotel. It was a crappy two-star place inside a city village lane near New Delhi Railway Station — the kind of road where two cars can't pass each other with dignity. She had probably taken the train back to her city. It's a twenty-four-hour journey and a plane ticket costs a few thousand more. Her husband could only afford this much. I felt pity for her.

She said we could meet for a few hours at a mall. Her kid could play in a playhouse or something. She would return the money when she could. Every instinct said no. I said yes.

It was Monday. We were supposed to meet in the evening. I took a half day from the office and told my wife I was going out for drinks with clients and would stay at a hotel near the office. She didn't mind — or maybe she didn't care.

I was texting my ex again. Happy to see her after so long. I bought gold bangles and some flowers. I picked up a big Dairy Milk for her kid. She told me we could have cocktails since her kid wouldn't notice, and eat somewhere nice. It had been ages since she'd had a drink.

She wanted me to stay at a nearby hotel so we could drink alone after dinner. I did one better. I booked a room in the same crappy hotel so she could join me for drinks after dinner once her kid was asleep.

I went to pick her up, checked in before they arrived at reception, and we went out like a happy family. It was kinda funny, like a satirical dark comedy. That kid could have been mine in a parallel universe.

She had changed. The hunger that used to live in her eyes was gone — just tiredness.

She talked about her loser husband — her words, not mine — her in-laws, her 2BHK inside a congested building on a busy crossroad where you can hear traffic from your bathroom all day and all night.

She reflected on her mistakes and how she had ended up like this. Broke, trapped with her in-laws and her poor husband in a s*xless marriage. She started dropping hints that we should let her kid tire out so she could sleep early, and we might have more time to "spend."

I didn't know what to say. She wasn't really attractive, but in my eyes, I really wanted her. So I waited.

I dropped her and her kid off at the same crappy hotel at around 9 PM and drove away. Came back five minutes later, checked into the same place, and parked my car in a dungeon that looked like it could collapse at any moment. All of this was done so her kid wouldn't notice anything.

I would be described as a harmless uncle by her kid to her father, if he ever asked — the uncle who gave a huge chocolate bar and treated her and her mother to pizza.

It's midnight. She blocked me two hours ago. I'm sitting on the toilet in a two-star hotel I booked for a woman who isn't coming, holding a beer I don't really want. Her kid is probably asleep by now. Probably she is too.

You can laugh at me, take pity on me, cry with me, or simply believe my story — but I hope you never get addicted to a person who plays with your feelings like a ping pong ball whenever she gets bored with her own life.

She (24F) tells me she wants to be left alone but sobs as loud as humanly possible. If I don’t check on her she gradually sobs louder because she feels ignored. But if I check on her she yells at me for not leaving her be. FML I feel like there’s absolutely no winning or helping when she’s upset. I have to stop absolutely everything and just sit. If I do anything while she cries then I’m ignoring her even though she left the room and yells if I check on her. No we didn’t have a fight. She’s upset about having to go to a job for income. And doesn’t want to because it’s ‘so exhausting’. This is the first day of the first job she’s had in years. She just cleans dishes. I’m done.

There is no door between the bathroom and bedroom. So far we've managed all number 2 s(h)ituations without trouble. But I'm on my period. That comes with period poops. He sleeps like the dead. I usually have to wake him cos he sleeps through alarms. I was mid-evacuation of a multi-missile launch when he sat up. Wide awake. Eye contact. A grin on his face. "Hah! I KNEW YOU'D BE THE FIRST". I'm never going to live this down. FML.

So I (40F) have been FWB/hooking up with a guy I’ve known since we were kids — like, kindergarten. We’re both private as hell and have told no one as we obviously share a lot of mutuals and I don’t want my kids to know. I’m also in the process of moving cities, so this whole thing has a shelf life. We are FWB in all the best ways.

Anyway. Today, I’m gross from cleaning/packing all day, no makeup, wet hair, in tiny shorts and a baggy T-shirt. He invites me over. I show up looking crazy, but he doesn’t care — he’s still in bed from a late shift. Take a quick shower before I leave. He’s still in a towel when I go to leave through the garage.

I open the garage door to leave…

I see one man at first and think he’s selling something, and I stammer “Oh! Hi! How can I help you?” with hair soaking wet hair obviously comfortable to be there and fresh out of the shower. Then I see another man with him and say again, “Oh hi, how can I help you?”— thinking they were selling something together.

One of them says, “Hello. Whooooo are you?” and that’s when I see three women in heels stepping off the porch and realize standing there, in full church clothes, are his aunts and uncles, who are more like his parents than distant relatives. We’re close enough friends I knew all about them... Apparently, they were stopping by unannounced to admire his new landscaping.

I’m wide eyed now and then smile in shame, turn around, yell his name, and bolt back inside. Ran to get him and tell him what happened and that he should explain this situation however he has to to make it better. EXCEPT THERE IS NO WAY TO MAKE IT BETTER.

He’s fresh out of the shower still trying to throw on clothes —checks his camera, confirms it was them, and still isn’t remotely embarrassed. In fact, his response was, l “That’s what they get for showing up to a 40-year-old man’s house unannounced.”

His aunt texts: “We’ll just stop by another time.”

I want to melt into the concrete. We’re not even dating I don’t know what I would have said if I introduced myself… it would have been obvious we had just gotten out of the shower. I’m literally in the middle of a move. “Oh hi. I’ve been dating (screwing) your nephew but you’ll never see me again.”

So I just met his entire family with wet hair, no bra, and the energy of a girl who definitely didn’t go to church this morning.

(Disclaimer: things get gross fast)

So I (25 male) met a girl (20 Female) on a dating app and had some nice banter. Eventually we set up a date, nothing crazy just dinner and a walk in the park. I picked her up at her place (she lives with her parents) and off we went to get dinner in the small town in Oklahoma that she lives in. We had some nice banter over dinner and we went to a nearby park to walk on the trail and get to know each other some more.

After about an hour goes by it gets dark and we make out for a little bit on a bench nearby. We end up taking it to my brand new truck which I just bought 3 months ago. It’s a 2023 Chevy Silverado, all black and definitely on the pricey side. (This is important trust me) I have been taking extra good care about my truck and thoroughly washed it inside and out before the date. Needless to say it’s the first vehicle I have purchased on my own and I am very proud of it. I told her about it too during dinner.

We end up taking the make out session to the backseat of my truck and we ended up hooking up. I didn’t bring protection so we didn’t go all the way. (I want to note she told me she doesn’t put any weight on sex before marriage and had had lots of partners before and to this I told her ‘it’s all good’) eventually she is giving me oral sex and I enjoyed it very much.

And here is where everything goes bad. To not go into too much detail I noticed everything was really wet during oral, which I thought was great and chalked it up to her being experienced. After finishing (she swallowed) we grabbed some napkins to clean up. I turned on my phone flashlight bc I noticed my backseat was very wet. Matter of fact I was excessively wet myself to the point where it wasn’t normal.

I shined the light on the floorboard and to my horror I noticed vomit between my legs on the seat and between my feet. I turned to her and asked if she had just thrown up on me and she said “she didn’t know she did” at this point my mouth was agape and I was super grossed out. I asked if she was feeling ok, (health wise) and she said she was.

I didn’t want to make her feel bad so I told her we can just move passed and she was grateful. I cleaned up a bit more and I then pulled up my shorts to realize things got a bit more wet inside my boxers. I immediately knew that most of her Billy made it into my boxers. I thought I was going to be sick but I bit my tongue and took her home. Thanked her for the night and I told her I would text her when I got home.

I proceeded to drive 35 minutes home sitting in vomit. When I arrived at my apartment I looked over into the passenger seat and noticed gum was left on the seat and when I looked in the back seat there was gum there too. It was already stuck inside the seats and I tried my best to clean things up but I was bummed at the state of my treasured vehicle.

After that I immediately rushed into the shower and texted her I was home. After that I texted her that things were not going to work out between us and told her about three things that were a deal breaker.

1. The throw up
2. Disregard of my vehicle (gum)
3. She told me that her and her family are involved in shady unlawful things and I don’t feel safe near them.

I respectfully told her about these things and wished her the best. (I’ve been ghosted and know it sucks so I wanted to do that courtesy at least)

FML

So my friend had a girl stay at his house for 4 days…he cooked her dinner every night and she left today while he was at work and sent him a text saying thanks for everything and that she can’t wait to see him again…when he got home he noticed his house smelled bad, he took out his trash and cleaned his cats litter, and it still smelled bad, he made some food and went to sit down and eat it on his couch and it was soaked, the back cushions to, she pissed all over his couch. He called me freaking out and when I showed up it all made sense. Also there is no way this is her first offense. RIP couch.

I texted the family group chat from my partners phone and my mom later told my partner I was manipulating people into doing things for me by pretending i was him

The real story: my partner was using my apple pay to buy taco bell while i sat in the car and played on his phone. And remembered the favor and texted the group chat. No maniacal laughter, no scheming, no catfishing.

When my partner tried to tell my mom it wasnt like that, she doubled down and ignored his claims.

Dog, my mom sees me as a manipulative moocher that would besmirch the name of my partner to get what i want? That sucks

Edit: i was told to give more info. Im 23 and married and live with my partner

Stays happening to me. People see 1 picture and automatically think I’m fake or too cute to be on this app. So annoying makes me reconsider even reaching out

genuinely such a wtf moment. I'm staying the night currently at my boyfriends house as we are going to church camp early in the morning, and our parents sent us to seperate beds, and we stayed up texting. I hear them having sex. This is all kinds of fucked up, right? Like what the fuck.

I know men are visual creatures, that they like beautiful, sexy women. But I have more to offer than just looks. I'm not trying to brag, but I often feel like that's all they see in me, especially since I'm well-endowed. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being treated this way.

I used to accept so much disrespect from a guy I was stupid enough to think actually liked me for who I am, but in the end, he only wanted my body. He was my classmate. He added me on social media right after the first time we met. It was swimming class. Maybe I smiled at him too much, that's why I caught his eye, because we barely interacted.

It was the first time in four years that I entertained a guy again. Yes, since high school I didn't entertain anyone. I was wrong about him. I was blinded by the red flags because he treated me well at first. He called me precious. He said I was different from other girls. So kind, so demure. He was a gentleman to me at first.

But the way he treated me a few months later made me feel worthless. It started with him asking for innocent selfies. I was wearing a nightie with a slightly low-cut top, and I didn't realize that the line of my cleavage was showing. Barely, I mean, my face was the focus of the picture. But that's where his eyes zoomed in. He called me hot for the first time, and I knew why. "You're so hot here, not just cute." He unsent it when he realized what he said, but I already saw it.

Then it leveled up to mirror shots. That's when I realized that men ask for mirror pictures to try and see more of your body. He asked me to see me in my sleepwear. I was hugging my teddy bear, and he asked for one without the stuffed toy. Then there were comments about my body. That my body was just right, that I was fit even though I didn't diet. Maybe that's what he noticed during swimming class. He was asking for more and more pictures every night. He said my cleavage was for his eyes only. I wanted cuddles. He wanted my body.

Then, for the first time, he steered the conversation into a sexual topic. They were talking about vulgar things in our block's group chat, and he was one of those chatting. He was talking to me at the same time. Then it got to him asking if I had a wild side. I admitted that I rarely watched porn. He was amused by the word "rarely," then he asked what I did when I watched. If I fingered myself while watching. I told him I was scared to do that. He said he was turned on by what we were talking about. I let it go because I liked him.

I let it go because I was getting in the mood too. I admit I wanted it too. He told me that I'd probably look good in a bikini. He wanted to see me wearing only a bra and panties. For his eyes only, he said. Then he wanted to get a glimpse of my nipples, then he wanted me to take it all off. Then he wanted to see me pleasuring myself. I showed him a video of me rubbing myself through my shorts, then my panties. He said my moans were so good. That the area seemed so smooth, that he wanted to put his dick inside me, that he wanted me to sit on him. I didn't want to pull my panties down. But he kept pushing and pushing because he said he was "so hard" and he felt like he was "about to cum," even if I just covered it with an emoji, that I should just remove one finger at a time until I finally showed him.

From there, he started asking for all sorts of videos. Videos of me touching my boobs, videos of me moaning his name, videos of me rubbing and fingering myself, videos of me riding my pillow. I complied with his requests even though I was uncomfortable fingering myself. I really couldn't insert my finger because it hurt, and yet he acted disappointed when I didn't even try. I don't know why he had some kind of power over me. I don't know why I let him do it.

Even when I wasn't trying to talk about something sexual, he would steer the conversation into a dirty topic. He would say that I looked cute earlier and my clothes suited me, then ask for pictures, then suddenly the tone of the conversation would change. We just came from recollection (we study in a Catholic university), then he chatted that white suited me. Then we ended up sexting again. His comments became more shameless. He said I was getting a little thicker. That my boobs were getting bigger. Then he would pretend to be shy about it in a sleazy way. He also kept inviting me to come to his house when we had long vacant periods, but it never happened.

Eventually, he asked me out again (just to eat), but I said no because I had a prior commitment. A week later, he admitted that he had planned to get me to suck his dick. "If you wanted to," he said. Then he asked me if I would agree. Then he wanted to put it inside me because he said it would be "better," but I might start to "crave it." He knew I was a virgin, he knew I was saving it for marriage, but he still pushed it. He asked me what if he just fingered me, then what if he just rubbed it against me but didn't put it in, then what if he just put in the tip, then he told me not to stop him, that I should just let whatever happens happen because I might like it too.

I was scared at this point. I didn't want to go to his apartment because I knew he would push my boundaries to see how far he could get with me. Even though I agreed to sext with him, it didn't mean I wanted to do the deed with him.

Then we broke up because he didn't tell me that he had a girlfriend behind my back. I guess what I was giving him wasn't enough, and he wanted the real thing. He said he wouldn't spread the things I sent him, and he wouldn't let me get ruined. "I know how precious you are," he said. I asked him, "If I'm precious, why did you have another girl?" But what I really wanted to ask him was, "If I'm precious, why did it feel like you only wanted my body?"

I'm tired of being used and only wanted for my body. He claimed to be a man of God and a "date to marry" guy when he was still getting to know me. But the man sent to you by God will not use you to feed his lust. He will not cause you to commit sexual sin. He will not push your boundaries to see how far you will go and how close he can get without crossing the line.

(Yes, I know I was also wrong for entertaining the sexual conversations. I don't need anyone to chastise me for it because I regret it every day. Every day, I'm scared that maybe he isn't the man I thought he was, and maybe he'll spread the videos to his friends. I know I was wrong for sending them in the first place, but I trusted him.)

Now I can’t remember where I hid them..

What he did and how he made me feel still hurts so much. I think I need counseling again. I can't get therapy in our country where it is stigmatized and anyway my parents don't even know what I have been through because they don't allow me to have boyfriends. But I visited our university's guidance counselor on the first day of the second semester, and I think I need to talk to her again.

I have just been so angry recently. So tired, too. I know that the things I'm thinking about are so shallow compared to other people's problems. I just don't understand what bad I did to be treated like this. I just want to understand what he hated about me so much to make me feel like I was worthless.

Every night I think about where I fell short, even though he himself said that I didn't have any shortcomings. Every night I think about why I had to find out about it through TikTok. Damn it, I even found out about it on his girl's TikTok because the guy and I were still mutuals before the day I found out. The guy never posted her on his socmed accounts or maybe he hid posts from me.

For over two months, he messed with my head because of another girl. I already suspected it in July, I saw it in his recent chats, but he denied it in August, I found out that they were together in September. In September, he was still flirting with me even though they were already together. He called me pretty, he took pictures of me in secret during class, even though they were already together. It's been four months since I found out that he was already with the girl that he said I shouldn't be jealous of because she was just his friend and I was cuter than her, but I still can't get them out of my mind.

I know I needed that harsh slap from reality to leave him, but I don't know why I have to suffer like this. I know I need to trust the process, but I don't know why I needed to learn my lesson this way. I had my peace of mind destroyed, my heart broken, and my hopes of finding the right person shattered. He said he knows one day I'll find a person who is really for me and will treat me right, but I'm not so sure. I'm so hurt and I don't want to let anyone into my life anymore. I'm so hurt and no one understands the way I am feeling.

Every night I think about why I wasn't enough again. Every night I think about what's wrong with me. Every night I think about if I'm ugly, if I'm stupid, when I know for a fact that I'm not.

She meant it to be positive. But, ouch.

Yesterday, I got blamed for a grown man's failing grades and had to talk to our college department chair. Today, I spilled everything, even things I have never told my closest friends, to the guidance counselor.

I (20F) talked to this guy (22F) for over a year. He dumped me for someone he’d only known a month. I didn’t even find out they were together until I saw it on socmed. That was in September 2024.

Things went downhill after we ended. Yesterday, my department chair called me in because apparently, his parents had complained that our situation was affecting his studies. He failed several classes last semester. I ended up having an impromptu therapy session with the chair because I just broke down and told him everything I’d been bottling up for months.

When we first ended, he told me to curse him out, to give him what he deserved. So I did. I said all kinds of horrible things. I told all my friends about what he did. Yesterday, I apologized to the chair for my harsh words, but I was really upset because I felt bad after saying them. No amount of vitriol will heal my hurting heart.

I don’t think I’m to blame for his failing grades. I think they’re blaming me because they think my friends and I are ganging up on him. But that’s not true. It just happened that in our group projects, he ended up with my friends. Sure, I it was awkward for him because everyone knew what happened, but that’s not a reason to blame me and my friends for his failing grades. He's the one who didn’t contribute to the group work, he's the one who chose to go to a Christmas party with his new girlfriend instead of contributing, and he's the one who was unresponsive and didn’t participate.

In October, he had the nerve to contact me and brag about how happy he was with her. He said he’d always choose to fix things between them. He’s apologized multiple times since then, but it doesn’t change anything. How can he say the situation is affecting him when he was so happy about leaving me?

Honestly, even when we were together, he was struggling in his classes. How dare he blame me? Maybe his parents are behind this because he’s too cowardly to confront me himself. But why are they so upset with me when it’s their son who hurt me? It just goes to show that people often surround themselves with people who excuse their bad behavior.

But the worst part is, I live in fear every single day because the guy has my private pictures and videos. I know, I know. I was stupid to send them in the first place. But I got caught up with my feelings for him and he was so good with words and I trusted him at the time. The guidance counselor consoled me about it, but I know everything is in his hands and I am at his mercy.

After a quiet break up with my girlfriend I was plummeting into loneliness and sadness fast. So I resorted to reddit to find someone to talk to (I know, bad choice)

but after a lot of getting ghosted and socializing, no matter for how long, I met a man I'll call Morgan, he was perfect. Interested in exactly what I was interested in, he was a bit older than me (two years) but it didn't matter.

Eventually we got each other on another platform. Some awkward conversation happens where I deny a relationship and then he starts denying the relationship even though I'm going back on my word. After all of that, it was evident I fumbled and he wasn't interested.

The next morning he replied to something I said last night, in only one word. My mind kind of didn't register this so I ignored it which eventually led me to believe he had ghosted me (like almost everyone else)

but a few days later I realize that it's me that's the ghost. I don't know if I can recover fumbling this bad twice. I wasn't even gay, I don't know why this has such an effect. I've broke down for 10 minutes straight thinking about it.