We’ve all go secrets, some worse than others. Sometimes, those secrets are so bad that there’s no one you feel comfortable telling them to. And that really sucks because secrets naturally want to get out. It’s not healthy to walk around with too much on your chest.
And that’s where the Internet comes in. With very little effort and virtually no consequences, someone with a terrible secret can pour their heart out on a forum like Reddit. And posting totally feels cathartic, even if it doesn’t really change the situation. Sometimes, though, that’s enough.
I’ve discovered I’m polyamorous and cannot be happy with just him. I have no plans to cheat on him. I just want to run. I did. And now I don’t know where to go. We just bought a house. i’m planning to sleep in the car and live off gift cards until I figure out what to do. I at least have my laptop. I am so f*cked.
I am in the national guard and after two years I have had it. I plan on failing my test so I can finally get out and resume my life. I was never big into military and was suckered in in high school by free college.
I would much rather work harder at my other job Which I enjoy very much and get to smoke weed when I want Then be surrounded by people I would otherwise choose not to hang around with. I am not on here looking for your judgment I just needed to tell someone because my friends and family wouldn’t understand. I know life will be more of a challenge with a general discharge instead of Honorable, but I will face it because I do have a strong work ethic though many will think I just wanted to get high all the time.
3. “It just makes me want to cry”
I had sex with my best friend, who happens to be my ex. It was fun. Did it a few times. Then he did some stuff with another girl (we’re both single so it’s totally ok). Now I can’t stand the idea of him touching me. Weirdest thing is I want him…like BADLY and he wants me too(just physically of course), but the idea of him touching me just makes me think of what he did (yes i know it’s illogical, he was in all his rights), and it just makes me want to cry. It doesn’t make sense. It’s completely illogical. I think it’s really pathetic and stupid of me but whenever I think of maybe doing it with him again I kinda just feel repulsed by myself… It is so idiotic I hate myself more than anything. Basically, my confession is that im an idiot.
4. “I just all hope”
I’ve recovered psychically from anorexia, for about a year now, and since, I’ve gained 100 pounds. I went from 120 to 220 because like so many girls, I developed a binge eating disorder, and I began purging. But, contrary to popular belief… purging can’t get all the calories out, and when I noticed I started gaining, I just lost all hope. And now, and the peak of my highest weight, I am completely disgusted with myself. I want to be able to diet the healthy weight, and lose weight properly, but now every time I see any food, or it touches my lips. I become so disgusted with myself. I have to cover the mirrors in my bathroom when I shower because my body makes me want to cry.
5. “I’m terrified of exposing myself”
I have a large labia and because of that I’m afraid of being with anyone else. I’ve never been with a man, but the way I look is holding me back. I’ve only been with girls. I know that there’s been men on reddit saying that they don’t care what it looks like, but I’m terrified of exposing myself to someone and seeing a surprised or disgusted look on their face. I want to get surgery to make it more attractive.
6. “I’ve noticed I like Charlie too”
I didn’t notice it until it was pointed out to me by my boyfriend and my housemates that Charlie fancies me. It didn’t bother me at first because it seemed easy enough to handle, I would just ignore it, and it would go away after a while. My little brother used to do this with a lot of my friends; it rarely lasted longer than 3-4 weeks.
The problem is that over time I’ve noticed I like Charlie too.
At first I thought it was maternal, his parents don’t give a sh*t about him and I felt sorry for him, I’d take him home with me if I could.
But now I can’t stop thinking about him, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and everyday my boyfriend seems less and less appealing. The best relationship of my life is deteriorating because I’m falling for a child… 7 years younger than me.
The total balance of my three bank accounts is less than a dollar. Everyone thinks I have it together, but I lost my job and am about to get slammed with legal fees over a crime I didn’t commit.
8. The Diet
Well, beginning of the school year, we decided that we were a bit too fat for our liking. We’re about 5’10 (me) and 5’8 (her). So we started “The Diet”…which we had done before, but we kind of forgot about it after a while. Well we were serious and stuck to it. I was 160, she was 140.
At first, her goal weight was 120, mine 120 too. Basically The Diet entails that we stay under our BMR…way under…around 500 kcals a day. There’s some misc. rules, such as hardly any carbs, lot’s of protein, minimal fats, vitamins. At first we knew the consequences…now we’ve seemed to have forgotten them, each day, she says “there’s no visible consequences, it’s worth it” and I nod and agree. I went from 160 to 148 in just 3 weeks of restricting. I’ve been doing it for a long time, but I’ve been yo-yoing. The Diet seems to bring out my binging side, and once I binge I can’t stop for days. I’m at 153 right now, and honestly plan on being 110 by summer.
She does too, but she’s 112 right now. And it’s taking a toll on her health. She’s passed out and hit her head and had to get stitches. She’s cold all the time, her immune system is depleted. And, even though that’s happening to her, I can’t help but be jealous. I see her, and I see skinny. Thigh gap, flat stomach. But it’s not enough The Diet mentality makes it so it’s never enough. She still sees fat.
9. The Tape
Well it is a complicated story but the gist of it is that I took video of my best friend’s girlfriend naked, but that isn’t even the half of it. That girl who I videotaped naked happen to be the sister of my girlfriend of three and a half years. This was years ago but it took almost two years to come out into the open. My (ex) best friend told everyone I knew what I had done. I lost all of my friends and am now alone and depressed. I was forgiven half a year later by the (ex) best friend, but this stupid choice by me has cost me so much. I’m all alone in a new city afraid my past will follow me the rest of my days.