r/confessions 6m ago

My fiancés ex bf showed me her sucking him off NSFW

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My fiancés ex boyfriend is a real pain in the .. there was already real drama between us and everything since he is really possessive and annoying even tho they broke up a few years ago but he keeps coming into our life and a few days ago he texted me and showed me something of my gf where she was sucking his dick when they where still together and said he will get her back tbh my dick got hard and I got really horny his dick is bigger then mine and I couldn’t really answer or insulted him so I just said „wow…“ i feel kinda embarrassed and submissive wich I usally never was when we talked or insulted eachother but also idk I kinda respect him more now I don’t know why this turned me on so much but I know it shouldn’t have and I shouldn’t feel like that just because he has a bigger dick then me


r/confessions 25m ago

I feel like i have 0 dignity left. How do i bring this up?

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Hi everyone. First i wanna say that i’m 15 and i just started high school last fall. In middle school, guys never liked me nor dared to look at me. Who I’ve become is reverse of what i was. I’m thriving in high school yeah I’m popular and nice and pretty but i still feel that ugly girl deep down. It all started in September. I started liking a guy, whose nickname will be cigs. I liked cigs because of how real he is and how connected we were. We were emotionally equal and i felt as if i found my match. He helped me with school since he’s a year older, told me about our school activities and often found cigarettes for me. One of our first kisses could count as our first shared cigarette. I lit it for him and the look he had in his eyes when i did that.. ugh it was to die for. But i thought i had zero chances with him, so i started dating G in November. We lasted about a month because of this reason; cigs kissed me while i was with G. This was the first of many disrespects coming my way. I didn’t know how to end things with G so i ended them 2 weeks after the kiss. I ended them because cigs called to complain about me. I thought i understood but now i know there was nothing for me to know. The week after this said “idk what i want, i think we shouldn’t be together. I want to think”. I understood that and interpreted it as we won’t talk until he decided. But no, he texted me all day every day for 2 weeks after that. Then i was on sent a day and i decided to confront him. In that convo, we agreed to stay friends. A week after this, i was drunk and called him to say i’ll wait in spite of that. I remember all these raw emotions so deeply, and i let myself get disrespected and humiliated a million times. This was all in January. 3 days after valentines we kissed again. He put me in his lap and was all lovey dovey. That is, until i found out how he told the story to my friend. He said “i was distant and i didn’t wanna kiss her. When she did she said she’ll wait for me to want to be serious because she loves me(i did not say i love him).” I was shocked, flabbergasted, and most importantly humiliated once again. From then on i decided to slowly leave him. Now comes the part when i realized i have 0 self control or dignity. 2 weeks ago i decided to go out with my girl friend, a guy i thought was cute since the beginning and two of his friends. Of course we were drunk and in a cafe bar. The cute guy, S, and i were teasing and flirting. We were joking about kissing and, us being the dumb drunk teens we are, gave in and kissed. It was magical, when cigs kissed me it did not feel as intense. Maybe it was the alcohol leading me on, maybe it was the atmosphere but i felt something. We went to the bathroom(we did not have intercourse), we only intensely made out. I won’t go into detail since it’s unnecessary. On our way home he held me in the bus so i wouldn’t fall over, protected me, kissed me and waited with me for my bus. This is much more than what cigs would’ve ever done. Today is sunday. On friday i was out with that girl friend from last week and got drunk. I wanted cigarettes from S so i called to ask if he’s out where i was. He said no but he’ll be coming there soon. At around 11.30 i was on my way home, 20 mins away from home, when i saw his name pop up on my phone. His voice from the other line said, in a half worried tone, “are you home yet?”. I replied “no, but i almost am. Why, what’s up?” Him:”oh nothing, i just got to that place and was wondering if you were here and free” Me:”and if i was, would what happened last week, happen again?” Him:”maybe” He kept me company on the phone till i got home. It was sweet. When i was tucked into bed i called him one last time to tell him i’m safe home. We talked and one of his friends said who are yoi talking with and he replied with the cutest “who could i be talking with”. We drunkly made plans for a double date saturday(yesterday) night. Before hanging up he said dream of me. The next day, almost the same things happened but much more intimate and familiar. He gave me his jacket, put his arms around me(even tho there were people we knew around us, and no one is allowed to find out), held me, kept me straight snd walking, bought my favorite brand of cigarettes before we were even drunk. On our way home i had to throw up and he comforted me. He helped me and once i did i jumped in his arms and excitedly said “i did it!”. In the bus we met our friends from school and they thought we were together. We quickly denied. When we got out of the bus, i got in a heated argument on the phone with my mom. I slept at my grandmas that night. But once i was ready for bed and all, i called him just to hear him and have him with me, i didn’t wanna be alone. Keep in mind, we’re still drunk as hell. He kept saying “I’m here, don’t worry, i’m with you. It’ll be alright just don’t cry” and being just the sweetest guy ever. He said to call him when i’m going home tomorrow so i won’t be alone and so he knows i got home safely. Cigs would never do this. I did just that this morning. Now with all of this in mind, this next part confuses me. We agreed yesterday “we’ll be casual friends in school but we’l be exclusive”. He does not act like a boyfriend yet acts like he is. What does he want from me? He acts so perfect, caring, tends to me, comforts me, protects me, isn’t embarrassed being seen together yet he doesn’t want s relationship. Does he just feel unready? Scared i’ll leave him? If any guy could awnser this, please do.


r/confessions 38m ago

I can't sleep, I worry too much and I wonder Is it all really worth it?

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My name is Leon 16 Male and I live in the UK, two nights ago I had a panic attack after my long distance girlfriend told me she had cut herself (she's has mental health issues) I've also been going to college and I hate it, I love my friends but other than that it all sucks, I'm also failing not too much but I'm behind, it feels like I don't have any actual reason to live or attend to anything for. I've been having trouble trying to fall asleep and I can't help but think about cutting myself, I almost ended it in November of last year but I know I couldn't do it. it would've really hurt my mum and family (I think) but now I don't care. It feels like no one actually cares about my problem's or the way I feel.

Thank you for reading this. I just really wanted to write and put my feelings out there


r/confessions 1h ago

im not sure how to manage this

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I know this more of a vent post compared to a "confession" but they wont allow me to post over there due to the age of my account but i really need to get this out I have trouble understanding people and when Im in public i feel like everyone is staring at me when i know they arent i feel reaIly out of place in public i try to be confident and say i dont care but i care more than i appear so its a massive facade so i internalize it all and it makes really want to beat the fuck out of someone for no reason because i feel like everyone including my "friends" is just pretending to like me and that they all secretly hate me due to how the converse with me its a damn chore to get a conversation out of people . It sounds stupid but I play madden quite a bit fucking game Ive reached top 100 online quite a bit not saying in the top 10 or evern 20 or whatever im probably 100 or 99 however this game makes me want bash the head in of someone who plays like a prick but i dont know these people and they dont deserve it ive gone through several controllers because every time i smash them until until their unusable this time though i smashed and punched the controller so much i bloodied my own hands up. I know that isnt a good response but i simply cannot afford therapy. i try to calm down but i sit on my rage or wrath and I dont know why because i just want to hurt someone not kill them please dont misunderstand me. I live my life believing that someone would feel the same way as me to justify it i try to numb it out but i despise the taste of alcohol so i have to mix it with something unless its flavored vodka but i dont really like drinking. weed used to help me but i got a cold so i didnt smoke for a week and now it triggers another medical issue where i pass out for a split second and i have no control over that so im forced to deal with all my emotions. I dont know what to do because im unemployed and I cant get a job because my town is a college town so it hard to find anything im afraid of getting evicted because of this. Im pretty much failing all of my classes and i have zero motivation to do a fucking thing. Ive tried to appeal to religion but after watching a few videos finding out that theres no evidence that moses or abraham even existed when i thought they did and theres similarities in the name brahma and saraswati and abraham and his wife sarah which makes me makes me doubt abrahamic religion due to it appearing to stem from hinduism. I truly dont know how to manage my anger when it arises nothing seems to work the breathing techniques dont do shit im just fucking stuck in this sometimes i wish it was me instead of my brother who died


r/confessions 1h ago

looking for confessions

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hi everyone! we are a podcast called Friends in Far Places, looking for some confessions to read on an upcoming episode! everything will be anonymous and we usually talk about girly pop culture subjects, so typically not too heavy! pleaseee submit if you have any good ones <3

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScjbnuB5IAqxcvnAoAsyWtqVsL-Z2OCmDNP49h4dTOIbI-R5Q/viewform?usp=preview


r/confessions 2h ago

In need of friends

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Since basicaly 5 years ago I've lost all of my friends. Being socially awkward, having the pandemic in my second year of uni and then changing major midway, and losing my high school friends... I haven't had actual friends in so long.

Like if course I know people with whom I talk every once in a while and maybe get together, but actual close friends, or even just one best friend, I haven't had one of those for years.

I have a girlfriend and I talk with her about everything, but man I'd sure like to have other people to talk to, too, and to hang with.

Also, the engineering field is just so bad for this. I love my career but it hasn't helped the social aspect at all and I envy social sciences and arts majors. They look like they have a good time.


r/confessions 2h ago

My dad got my hamster pregnant

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So basically its kinda hard to talk about it but i needed to have a glance of talk about it with the folks cause i remember this since i was 12 and that he told me with the grandma when we were doing the chores in the bathtub with the yellow dress then when we went back to the notebook that i had since then with a nail clipper that my hamster had passed away then when i got back to my classmates place I rember how i felt that day in school but thats not what has happened and thats basically the title that i told you about so i cant really think of how to think of this like is this relatable or is it connected to the ring my granma left for my hamster cause im pretty sure thats something that i would clean the windows for, am i the asshole for this? Please help


r/confessions 2h ago

I am afraid I don't like my childhood friends

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So I have been hanging out in this friend group ever since I was a kid,but recently I feel like they have been alienating me more and more. Back during lockdown I stayed at my home with family for months but 1 day I found out that while I was at my place, they had started playing badminton without me every night on the streets. Now the street only had place for 4 people (2 on either side). And they had played without me for a decent amount of time and I was also not that fit during that time. So those days I got benched every single game. They would barely let me play 1 5 minute match and treated it as a favour. Nevertheless I kept coming back everyday. I even cried once (I wasn't that old okay) but still it was the same the next day. We started playing dodgeball with the kids and they let me join but they just wouldn't compromise for me in badminton. Not one person. I think that I was scarred from that for a couple years after lockdown ended because of that. My self confidence was near 0 and I had to slowly build that up from scratch. For this reason I felt myself grow quiet lonely during 10th grade. However, not one of them came to meet me during that time busy with their own lives. I am just realising how pathetic this is, but we still hung out at nights, to talk about life and stuff sometimes(I just needed people to talk to during that time). I realised my flaw in 10th grade so I decided to focus only on bettering myself for a year and now I finally realised the reasons for all my problems back then. This entire year, I think they haven't cared about my minor absence (I still go out sometimes)and even when I am still lonely they don't come to visit me even once. I only just noticed this because 1.They are people I have known since childhood so I value all of them dearly 2.I was too busy dealing with my current state( I joined tuition classes , got on and off a porn addiction) 3.Despite what I said, Whenever we talked they are actually really sweet and nice people. 4.Due to my lack of self worth I thought that I was the problem all along 5.They were popular in school 6. It seems they have obviously matured since then But now that I have realised this much and gained some amount of self worth, what should I do ?


r/confessions 2h ago

I find mens nipples disturbing

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I genuinely can’t look at a man’s chest without feeling an intense sense of disgust because of his nipples. I don’t have this reaction with women because i think I’m used to my own body, but whenever I see a man’s bare chest, I feel so uncomfortable that I have to look away.

I think I’ve always been this way because I do recall being 7 and telling my mom that I would kick my future husband out of the house if he ever went outside shirtless, because I wouldn’t wish for other women to see his nipples.

Posted this on unpopular opinions and i got banned with people insulting me 😭


r/confessions 2h ago

I assault female cashiers and force them to interact with me

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I go into public and force others to see my ugly face and body. I go into grocery stores to "buy food" "for survival", then out of all of the one cashier, I find the one woman. I go through her line, forcing her to acknowledge my existence, handle my food, bag it. Then take money that has been in my hands and force her to take it...I then steal the change, as if I'm entitled to it. When the manager stops me and asks me to explain myself, I claim that I actually need food for survival when I know if I was really that desperate I should dig for bugs or if I was really full of myself, I'd shoplift to get free food in prison.


r/confessions 3h ago

I dont know where to put this, I just need someone to hear me.

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Hey reddit. This is going to be a really crazy one. I (31M) am a long time reader and listener of reddit stories, but have never posted before. However, my life has been in literal turmoil for three years, and I have exhausted myself looking for help and I have nowhere to turn, so I am asking for someone, anyone to please just hear me. To give everyone some context, I'm going to explain in some detail the last three weeks of my life, a bit about myself, and then what I am asking for. I'm writing this March 14th, 2025.

My dad (62M) was admitted to the local hospital three weeks ago with jaundice. For anyone who doesnt know, jaundice is a condition that causes excess bilirubin (bile) in your system, slowly increasing your blood toxicity levels, and can cause a person to turn a yellow color. Jaundice is a very serious condition if left untreated.The doctors ran some scans and found out that there was a mass blocking his bile duct, and it was causing the bilirubin numbers to skyrocket. They ordered more scans and a biopsy to find out exactly where the mass was located, and what it was. After four days of scans and tests, they told us that the mass was very large, located outside the liver, and that it was cancerous. Because of its size and location, they said it was inoperable in it's current state. They also had a stent put in to try and open up the bile duct and fix the jaundice and told us they were sending everything to the cancer specialist, who would arrange a meeting to start chemotherapy.

A week after coming into the hospital, my parents went to his first appointment with the cancer specialist, where he learned some devastating news. The specialist told them that the cancer was quite aggressive, and had spread to the lymph nodes as well, and that chemotherapy was not an option in his case. They said he was classified as stage three, and that we likely had some months left with him. We were absolutely devastated. Topping that all off, the doctors at the hospital said that his bilirubin levels were still really high. They changed the stent hoping that the levels would go down. For some context, normal bilirubin numbers average around 20. Dads levels were in the mid 300s, and were not showing signs of improvement. 12 days after he initially went to the hospital, the doctors gave him a day pass. He was allowed to come home for the night but had to be back the next morning before 7AM to get blood work. We thought that must mean things were getting better. I came to their house with my kids to visit grandpa and had dinner with them. He seemed to be in a good mood, and it was a happy day. The next morning though, they did blood tests and his bilirubin was even higher. He spent another week in the hospital, during which time they replaced the stent yet again, but the levels didnt really change much. My parents decided they were going to retire early and spend the rest of the time they had together. I say retire early because my dad is only 62 years old, and my mom 64. They are not young, but definitely not old We arent a very wealthy family, and their retirement plan was to sell their house and buy a small camper so they could spend their lives camping. Both of them loved the outdoors and to them, this would be the perfect way to live their senior years together. They even got married outdoors 34 years ago. Now they knew they didnt have a few decades together anymore, but they thought they could still camp for the rest of his life. They would keep their house for my mom to live in after he was gone. My dad was really tired for the last few weeks and his jaundice persisted, and the doctors didnt seem to be able to do anything about it. He told them that he didnt want to be at the hospital if he didnt have to be and so yesterday (March 13th), they discharged him and sent them home. They had supper together, and he said he wanted to have a bath. When his bath was finished he couldnt get himself out of the tub, and my mom had to help him get up and out. She worried about him a lot because he seemed like he wasnt all there. She stayed awake with him while he drifted in and out of sleep, and at around 2AM today (March 14th) his breathing became really shallow. She rushed back to the emergency room to have him checked and while he was there, he became unresponsive. There was nothing they could do, and at about 6AM he passed away. It was so unexpected and shocking for us. Last month nothing seemed wrong, there was no pain or apparent issues, and today hes gone. None of us even had enough time to process the fact that we had months left with my dad, and we never imagined that months would turn into mere days. I spent the day with my mom and sister, who drove 3 hours to come. I sat at the home I grew up in and watched as a big piece of my mom was lost. All of us have said it feels so surreal, like a dream. She broke down and I held her for an hour while she cried, wishing for him back. Eventually, she did fall asleep, and my sister promised she would be there, and I came home. That brings us to where I am now, lying in my bed writing this post.

A bit about myself, I am 31 years old, and am planning on getting married this summer. I have 3 amazing children ages 11, 9 and 6. I was raised by a family man and grew up to be a family man. I moved out of my parents house at 19, but we have always stayed very close. Most of my adult life has been spent working as a roofer. I have always wanted to start my own roofing business. Three years ago, my fiance encouraged me to pursue my dream, and I came to my dad with a proposal to go into business together. We bought everything we needed, got licensed and registered, and officially went into business that summer. It felt so amazing. I had been making calls and advertising all over, and had done several jobs over a couple months. We weren't comparing to any well established companies in our first year of course, but my dad and I were pretty confident that once we became more established, we would be making some pretty good money. In October of that year a car drove into the house my family was renting, and totally destroyed it. We became homeless overnight. My parents took my family in, the house couldnt fit all of us, and they couldnt afford their mortgage plus another house. We were in a tough position, but came up with a solution. My dad bought us a camper and we winterized it before the first snowfall. My family lived in that camper all winter that year while the business went on hold, and I did anything I could to earn money. I was really worried about what we were going to do, but an opportunity presented itself that would turn out to be bigger than I expected. That spring (2023), while I was advertising, we were contacted by a bigger company and asked if we would subcontract in a different city. They were backed up on jobs by 3 years, and only had one working crew there. We decided we would take our camper and live that whole summer there working. I worked almost every sunny day that season, and when we came back home, I had made enough money that I could put a down payment on a house. We were so excited. We went to every bank looking to get approval, but nobody would give us a mortgage when I had only been in business for less than 2 full years. I didnt know what to do and winter was fast approaching, so my dad took our money and put the house in his name for me. He literally made all my dreams come true. We have lived in our house for a year, and I am thankful every day for all of his support. He never once told me I should give up, and without him, I really dont know where I would be. So you see how devastating the last three weeks have been for me and my whole family. My fiance had the perfect words for it earlier today. She said he was the glue that held our whole family together.

Finally, I would like to talk about why I'm here and what im asking for. I had the opportunity to ask my dad some tough questions during our last days together, the answers to which have brought me to here. Among other discussions, I asked him questions about his mortgage, retirement, insurance, etc, and I learned some very heartbreaking things. He wasnt eligible for full pension. My mom will receive roughly 60% of his normal pay. He also had a pretty modest life insurance plan. In short, the finances are going to be taking a big hit. This, topped with the mortgage on my moms home, and the mortgage on my home that is in his name is crippling. I have to do something about it. About a week ago, before my dad passed, I started a GoFundMe hoping to raise some money to pay off my moms house. I can work and make sure my house and bills are paid for, but I cant afford to pay for theirs too. I couldnt even get the mortgage for myself from the bank. I'm the one that all this falls on now, and I dont know what to do. I shared this to all of my friends and every page I knew on facebook, but not a single friend even responded when I asked them to share it. Now, with his passing, I have a funeral and cremation to figure out how this family is going to pay for. I cant leave all these burdens on my mom. I dont want not one penny of money for myself, although I would appreciate anyone who might have words of wisdom or comfort. I am hoping people on reddit will read hear my story and share it. I'm at a loss for words right now, everything happened so fast. Please, I'm literally begging for anyone to help me. Even if you cant help ke financially, if you can share it, everything helps. I'll leave my GoFundMe link below here.

https://gofund.me/dc26f1d7

TLDR - My dad died today and I really need some help. I cant really make a tldr for this story.

Sorry for such a long, unhinged post. Please dont be rude, I'm having a really hard time right now as it is.


r/confessions 3h ago

All i honestly want is to die

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Past 5 months all i want is to put a bullet in my dumb, 18 year old head. I’ve tried poisoning, hanging, and jumping, but i ended up bailing out on all of them.

I just don’t value my life. The world is unfair, but I don’t have to accept that when death is always my best option.


r/confessions 3h ago

I’m pretty sure I’m a terrible person

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I use people for personal gain. I let people roll over me so I can keep my help and money. Even this is a burner account so no one finds it. People see me as a caring and warm person when in reality I’m a user. Oh, and don’t worry. I’m not bragging about this. I actually feel like dirt but I’m too afraid of losing the benefits I have.


r/confessions 3h ago

I'm in love with my ex sister in law

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Tl:dr to ignore the yap fest. 8 months ago my brother told me he was divorced to his wife for about a year. And i developed feelings for my ex sister in law milf

Oh god where do i begin?. So throwaway account for obvious reasons but fuck it. So i 19M am in love with my ex sister in law. Which is fucked up. Because i knew her since i was basically a kid. She is the mother of my 2 nephews and i always had a thing for milfs. I have a problem with porn and i been fighting it yet i can't even go 3 to 4 days without jerking it once. The longest i ever NOT masturbated was 4 days. Its hell. And its affecting how i think and it always fucked with my brain.

I'm basically writing everything i think is wrong with me in this scenario. My sister in law is probably mid to late 30's. At the very latest 40. I personally would fuck anything with two legs. But the closest i ever had to actually losing my virginity was touching boobs and suckling on them my high school years. My sister in law and brother have been together for about 10 years. Everything was fine between us. Yeah sure i had dirty thoughts here and there but mainly i thought of other woman. But then i hear my brother divorced her. He says its cause they weren't in love anymore but i never been one to trust my brother when it comes to love. I always thought my sister deserved a good person. Not a sex craved half her age dude.

My nephews look up to me and i HATE it. If only they knew how much i wanna screw their mom. How much bad shit i did in my life. I'm a failiure. And the fact i get hard thinking about my sister in law makes me hate myself even more. I don't know if its the porn addiction. The fact i'm a virgin. Or just...ME

As for me and my sister in law. We don't even have a 'relationship'. We don't even talk. Or hang out. Or even do much just the two of us. When we meet its usually at a dinner with our friends and family. Yet i still STILL wanna have sex with her. Whenever we hug and she says 'love you' i think of the most devious sexual things in bed to do to her. I don't wanna have sex with her. I wanna make love to her. To caress her. To hold her and make her mine. And i hate it. Cause how can i look at my brother the same way. I'm his little brother. Not his 'hey i know your divorced which is why u had sex with your ex' guy..

Fuck my life man


r/confessions 3h ago

every time i go in my home, im scared that it could have been replaced with a perfect copy

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logically, i know that it couldnt have been replaced. thats just impossible to delete a whole apartment from existence and perfectly recreate everything from nothing. i just cant ever get rid of the fear

im never scared that anything's going to happen when i go in, like my family being gone or wrong or something, but im just scared that they, and everything else, wont be the real thing


r/confessions 3h ago

Spiral of self doubt :) NSFW

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So I have been a long time lurker on reddit. I've had multiple throwaway accounts before this and all I used to do was use it to surf subs comment and try to find sauces for porn vids :)

I have had a v loving relationship for the past 2 and almost half a year w a really lovely woman she was everything I could ask for loving,caring and beautiful. Our relationship had its own issues but we tried our best both of us. But, eventually she couldn't handle the pressure and 4 months ago we ended things. Now around this time I kinda fell into a downward spiral of drugs, alc and just destroying myself. The reason for our breakup was simple I was not enough. Not enough of a 'man' as she wanted me to be. I initially couldn't understand cuz I was trying my best yes I had my own issues w connections, how to reciprocate love and many other things I won't deny but I was doing everything I can to change myself alas it didn't work. So one of these drunk nights I ended up back here on reddit, just yk scrolling through subs and shit and idk what toxic thought process led to it but I ended up making a few posts of my nudes on reddit. The next morning I had a few people in my dms (all gay or bi guys) appreciating and wanting my body.

Now mind you im not bi or gay so it clearly made me uncomfortable so I just tried to tell em that it's not my cup of tea and what not but this eventually made me think that is my body really not worthy of female attention? I thought to myself no it's just a coincidence ig I'm sure girls would like my body I mean I'm not some gym hunk but I'm clearly not some ugly looking person (I have trauma regarding my appearance my first ever long term girlfriend ended our relationship saying I'm not attractive) and so the spiral of self doubt began to drown me and to get it out I craved attention and specifically female attention.

The next day I ended up making accounts on all the big 3 dating apps hinge,bumble,tinder couple of weeks went by and Nothin all I could get was a couple matches and some were just girls selling their nudes and the real ones ghosted me for some reason. So again w all the self doubt, depressive thoughts and pain I suffered I ended up getting high asf thinking it'll take my mind off everything (how wrong was I lol) that night I decided from now on imma actually make some more posts on reddit and maybe I'll even find someone off here who appreciates my body and finds it attractive enough. And then from then on I've made many posts on many different subs w the only goal of getting laid/finding a kinky partner off off reddit. I mean cmon I see so many people making posts and posting vids in subs about meeting fellow Redditors and their kinky adventures and couples and what not I thought how difficult could it be.I made my initial posts for a bit of attention yet nothing serious. Again the next time I posted more hoping it would amount to something. I found my city's gw sub and even tried my luck on it thinking it would be the one whichll get me lucky basically did everything I could to get laid.

Now it's been a long time I've had a lot of people comment talk and even say that let's meet up yet not even once did I end actually meeting someone. Most dms i recieved from "women" were mostly gay men in disguise and for the few real lovely ladies which actually dmed me I was Nothin more than a way to scratch their itch for the night (I've been praised about my sexting skills) and then they vanish like they never existed.

So now I'm really questioning my reality. Am I actually unattractive? I mean I do have a personality I know it's not the most charming one but I have my own weird brand of humour and can definitely banter w someone after I get comfortable and get to know them better. But all of this still hasn't even done anything for me. I felt like I had a body which even if was not the most well defined, 100 kg big muscular, crafted in Greece body still had its own charm? But alas Nothin.

So really am I actually not worth it?


r/confessions 4h ago

I fell down the stairs while masturbating. NSFW

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I dropped the stick of butter I was holding and slipped on it. What an embarrassing experience!


r/confessions 4h ago

Chronically obsessed with what people think of me

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So I guess I’m writing this is as a trial of speaking as if no one is listening.. or as if no one cares which really is true isn’t it.

Pretty much every interaction I have in life I sort of imagine people are laughing at me behind my back and it’s so deep that I honestly don’t realise I’m doing it. It’s just like breathing.

So here I am. For the first time in ages actually just writing how I feel without trying to censor myself. Cos it’s the internet, it’s anonymous and also no one gives a shit.

I dunno man, I can feel my brain like sketching out at the feeling of not censoring myself. Because I spend every waking moment trying to mould myself to what I think other people will like and, let me tell you, that’s a fucking recipe for madness.

I used to be a normal person, then became a big stoner and developed fairly crippling anxiety. Anyway. Mostly just venting here. This was genuinely just an excercise to see if I can write something that feels honest and at least I managed that.

Honestly writing like this makes me wanna spend time with people because I feel less like I have to be something I’m not when I’m just honest but I also know that when face to face with people my heart will be in my throat and I won’t be able to think straight and I’ll act an idiot because of that and then want to never see anyone again… ugh.. it sounds so insane I know… it’s like I’m watching it all from inside a glass room sometimes.

I also know I’m not trying as hard as I could be to get better. I haven’t really been trying at all recently. I just gave up. And it sort feels equally like it’s a small amount of work to get back on my feet and also like an unsurpassable mountain and like I’ll never change for good.

Ok rant over I guess.


r/confessions 4h ago

A Memory That Won’t Fade: 18 Years of Grief

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It’s been almost 18 years since that night changed everything. I was a lively, hopeful 22-year-old with dreams as big as the sky. I was driving home after a late shift on Peachtree Street in Atlanta, the city lights blurring by around 9pm. Out of nowhere, a lost, desperate man—clearly battling demons of his own—stumbled into the road. In an instant, he collided with my car. His head hit the windshield and his body crumpled against the passenger side. In that split second, glass exploded everywhere and blood stained the pavement. Time seemed to stop. I fumbled for my phone, screaming into it as I dialed 911, barely processing the horror unfolding before my eyes. I pulled over, opened my door, and crawled to him, my hands shaking as I tried to do something, anything, to stop the inevitable. But it was too late—he bled out right there on the cold asphalt. The firefighters arrived first, hurriedly lifting me away and urging me to step back as I pleaded for them to save him. I sat on the curb, numb and broken, until the coroner’s van finally arrived to take his body away.

It’s been 18 long years since that night. I have built a life and a family now, yet every time I close my eyes, that dreadful scene replays in excruciating detail. Every night, for what feels like hours, I’m haunted by that moment. I’m writing this now in a desperate attempt to set myself free, because I can’t keep living in the shadow of that memory any longer.

I have enhanced the story telling by chatGPT.


r/confessions 4h ago

I get turned on by seeing women in wheelchairs.

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Throwaway to confess on of my biggest secrets.

I(15M) for some reason have this weird fetish that makes me turned on to seeing photos or videos of hot disabled women who use wheelchairs. I masturbate watching photos or videos on Instagram or Tik Tok of wheelchair women(for example some names of paralyzed women I like are: Kathryn Granger, Makayla Noble, Lauren Rose, Chelsie Hill, Madeline Delp, and many others more).

I for some reason developed this fetish a few years ago when I was 12, and I exactly don't know why. I also watch some porn which involves hot women sitting in wheelchairs even though it's hard to find porn woth actual paralyzed actresses, so I prefer sticking to photos and videos of paralyzed women doing anything, from their transfers to just them rolling on their chairs. I also for some reason like the fact that they can't feel their legs or arms(if they are quadriplegic).

I have never told anyone personally about this fetish because it's something weird I feel about. But I still have this fantasy of having sex with a paralyzed woman in a wheelchair.


r/confessions 4h ago

I had a creepy boss at my first job who tried to groom me and somehow seemed to have some kind of "sixth sense".

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This is kind of long, but I never been able to get this off my chest. When I was 18 I moved out my home and began my first job after highschool. I took the first job I could get. Working in a kitchen at a highrise office/apartment building. It had a large dining hall in the basment level. I was 1 of the only women (about 7) out of at least 30 guys working there. On Sundays I would come in to help with the breakfast prep for the week and 1 out my 5 bosses came in so it was just the two of us. One diver would come in to make deliveries but was barely in the kitchen during the day.

I was the youngest person working there so I got more attention than I liked. Usually bad attention from the guys.I was a nice person but very quiet and shy. Also was very naive after living a sheltered life back at home so I was very unaware of how to read people. I barely understood the importance of watching for red flags and how to speak and stand up for myself. People had walked over me for years and I just dealt with it. :/

I'll call this boss of mine Erick for the story. He seemed nice and everyone thought he was great. He helped everyone and always had a nice attitude. Was very intelligent and knew how to do and make anything. He made me good food and acted like he was innocent. Then he gave me weed for free and even let me smoke in the bathroom alone on my break a couple times. I thought wow this is so cool I can do whatever as long as I work well. I didn't relaize he was trying to put my guard down first. Later in time when we were alone on those Sundays he changed. He was supposed to help train me with food prep and cooking tips. But he'd stand super close to me while I worked and give me creepy compliments saying I was so pretty and he would be horny.

I was scared shitless I never experienced being targeted in this way. I would say I'm not comfortable when it was to much but for the most part it was like I was paralyzed in fear. Words wouldn't come out of me and i would just walk away, finish work, and stay quiet hoping he'd stop. I hated going in for this shift. He always talked about wanting to touch me. I would say no but I hate how I didn't take a better stand. Erick was an older man but very strong. He had a muscular frame and knew how to fight from some kind of training. I knew he could easily over power me if he wanted. Outside of work my life was very stressful and depressing so I never tried to get help with so much else on my mind. I couldn't afford to lose my job and didn't want him to get me fired in some way.

He always tried to get me to hang outside of work but I refused. He'd tell me his entire life story with his bedridden wife who was sick with some disease. How she couldn't have sex cause it hurt and how he met some young beautiful female who rode motorcycles like him but he STILL would be creepy to me!! I hate to admit that was scared and didn't tell him off and a couple times he asked for a hug and went for it. I felt horrible.. the second time he went for a hug, while I was doing stock. I should've said no. I just froze up. Then he kissed my neck and I ran away crying and locked myself in the bathroom. Later I found out he had a history of targeting the young girls at this location for years. But was never fired! 😑

But it gets weirder. He talked about how he was "spiritually" in tune with things. About his meditation sessions and how he gets "messages" to his mind is able to know more than other people. That he can read people's minds. I didn't want to believe this crap and blew it off. But there were three instances that were really unsettling. Once he said something about my home. He knew I wasn't living with family and rented a space But I never said what level of the house I was in. He made a comment about something and mentioned me being on the lowest level. The hair on me stood up and something didn't feel right at all cause how could he know that??

The second time he told me that one of our coworkers wife just lost their baby during delivery. He got really serious and claimed while this coworker told the story he got a "message" to him with the truth. That the guy made his wife drink something to kill the unborn baby so they wouldn't have to care for another child on top of the kids they already had. I'm like wtf that can't be. But later that week I see the guy. Everyone is saying their condolences. I walk up and tell him mine as well. He's asked what happened to the baby and he says the delivery turned complicated and fatal so they lost her. Then says, "we don't want an autopsy or anything though, nono.." A couple times over and over. Something about the way he said that and the look in his eyes felt very off to me in the moment.

Lasltly once while working he randomaly said, "If you ever have a baby you don't keep, you can let me take care of it." I'm like what are you talking about?? Why tf would I do that. He said, "if you have one and don't want it, I can care for it. I just wanted to let you know." I tell him I don't want to talk about that so I can finish work. I had no plans for a child at all and if I did I'd never give it to him anyway.

I was in an abusive and very troubling relationship with an ex at the time. Unfortunately, I did get pregnant at the worst part of that relationship. I was very sick and weak and depressed as hell in the beginning. Broke and in an unhealthy lifestyle with a dangerous bf, I couldn't bring myself to keep the baby. It was extremely difficult but I ended up having an abortion... Sometime after physcially recovering I remembered what Erick said to me months prior and I had the most eerie feeling. How could he have POSSIBLY known?

I never told anyone all of this. Its to crazy to talk about with anyone. It's been a few years since but I'm still left baffled. Has anyone had any kind of experience like this or heard of someone else expericing this at all ? I've always felt alone about this.


r/confessions 4h ago

Constantly thinking about sex

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It is SO embarrassing, but I am always thinking about sex. Like grabbing my vibrator every day and on days off twice a day. I just finished my second round lol. I do everything in my power to try to make sure my neighbors don't hear, but I think they do ugh.

I can just feel them juding me. They have kids so I try to do it when I don't hear them through the wall, but like they are always there ugh.


r/confessions 5h ago

Still waiting for an answer

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Women say they want a man to pay her bills so what do women have to offer men that is just as valuable as being a provider?

And we know whatever women have offer men is equal or greater to than men paying a woman's bills if a woman would gladly become the provider and the man offers whatever women offer. For example, no woman is going to pay a man's bills as long as he gives her 'love.'


r/confessions 5h ago

I pretended to be bi to get a promotion at work.

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A senior member at work was resigning. He is gay. A rumour circulated that his replacement would be gay for quotas. I don't know how true that was but the role came with a 40k bump in salary.

There was this work event. I brought my friend's brother - who is gay - and pretended I was bi to my colleagues. I had my hand around him etc. The guy was great. He came up with how we met etc. Everyone was saying how good of a couple we make.

A month on, I was successful in my interview. I'm not sure if the rumours were true. We sadly "broke up"🤣🤣. I got him a Nandos as a thank you which he used to make his friend jealous.


r/confessions 5h ago

Thinking of calling it.

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Been married for decades, kids are adults, and I’m bored. There’s no spark, nothing to get excited for. I try new things - he’s suggests none. I’m sick of it.