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. Accidental Perv
I saw a 15-year old’s tits at a party last night. She was yelling “I’m a slut, I’m a slut!” and she flashed me, then tried to have sex with me. I couldn’t help but notice that they were really nice and now I feel like a pervert.
5. “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.
6. “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.
7. “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.