I flushed my girlfriends hamster down the toilet.
When I’m sure no one is looking, I pick Anaamika’s nose.
I have about $160,000 in debt besides my primary mortgage - $100,000 on an equity line of credit, and $60,000 in credit card debt and a loan on my 401K. I say ‘I’ have it because my wife will never work again. I’ve been working on reducing it for three years now, and have only cut it by about $10,000.
Sure, you say that now. It’s OK, we all know it’s really **Zebra **with the nose-mining habit.
At one point I had sex with 4 different women in 3 days and only showered twice.
My wife cheated on me several times and I sometimes wonder if my daughters are not mine.
I claim to have been involved in sports in HS that I only actually participated in during junior high school.
I like to wear my wife’s panties and bras. I have tried, a few times, to meet up with other guys that enjoy this but it never worked out.
At one point I stole several thousand dollars from an ex g/f (as she was moving out). In retrospect it was a good move as she left me with a bunch of bills. She ended up blaming the new guy she just moved in with and threw him out after he had moved across country to be with her. We met up a few times after that…had sex a few times… then I just stopped answering her calls.
I left my wife because I discovered she was cheating on me, but never told her why and refused to explain when asked.
I’d rather jerk off than have sex with my wife. When we do have sex, I’m usually thinking about other people (men and women).
I still occasionally meet a married woman (every few months) who on some levels I know I am in love with, and I know she will not be changing anytime soon. I continue the relationship because I hold a faint hope that whatever motivates her to seek outside attention will someday force her to leave and have her land in my arms.
OW! Be nice!
My grandfather passed away a few months ago due to an ‘assumed’ cardiac arrest. Nobody was there when he died, and the paramedics didn’t find his body until at least a day or so later. They don’t know when he died, because he didn’t call anybody, not even the police.
My aunts were on vacation, because they have this damned investment plan that allows them to go on unplanned vacations. I will always blame them for going on that superfluous vacation. She still continues to go on trips and isn’t traumatized at all.
My mother was mentally abused by her mother in law and father in law for 13 years while in another country. She took care of me and my older brother. She never tells anybody about what they said to her except for me. They were nasty things, hideous things, that took advantage of her being alone in the country while my father was away on “business”.
Two or three strangers and my large (10 people) family lived in the house. (3 floors), while my mother paid off mortgage, electric, water, food, and telephone bills, on a private tutor’s salary.
Whenever my mom tells my dad about something that my grandfather or grandmother used to destroy her mental stability, my dad would brush it off and tell her to shut up. Then when I’d try to tell him to comply, he’d tell me to shut up.
I’m angry and devastated and wish he’d listen to her, because apparently I don’t have a say.
To the person who said, “At one point I had sex with 4 different women in 3 days and only showered twice”:
In my checkered youth, I once had sex with four different men in one day. I’m pretty sure there was a shower in there somewhere.
Haven’t read the whole thread but this Zebra guy sure has a lot of issues…
Has your sister met someone else or is she still single? If she and her ex are close friends – has either one of them dated anyone since they broke up? (that they both knew about.) If so, how did she handle this information? If the idea of them dating other people since they’ve moved on is something that she’s willing to talk about at all, maybe he could broach it with her?
And you are so kind to have so much consideration for her. A lot of people wouldn’t. But you know, many of us never find that person who is meant for us. Hell of a thing to give up.
Oddly enough this is the only secret that made me say out loud “holy shit”.
You may not be aware of this but others in your office know exactly what you did but they aren’t saying anything because the job market isn’t great these days and they are probably terrified of the toxic coworker in their midst. They are also probably trying to feel each other out and finding out that they share the same suspicions.
I bet morale there is in the toilet.
My first lover thinks I meet with my second lover when my first lover has a visiting girlfriend, in fact I hook up with number two BEFORE the girlfriend arrives. I have a sex fest fucking the two of them for days.
I am being blackmailed by a complete stranger on a M.B. because I told them my secret on a "Tell your secret to me "thread.
And anyway, that sheep was begging for it, I don’t care what the police said !
I was in Bangkok in my 20s. 'Nuff said. Mmm, memories. 
I’m a woman in my early thirties. I’ve always had pretty bad self esteem. I was on sports teams in junior high and high school, but I always felt like I was fat and out of shape compared to everyone else. I was a size 14 when I graduated high school, and I felt like a whale. Then I kept putting on weight and I ended up at 280lbs (size 20) by the time I was 25. I did lose about 60lbs weight from dieting, but I’ve gained it all back plus about 20lbs more. I’ve never been in a relationship, and I’ve barely dated (and not for over ten years). Even those were only two casual dates never went anywhere. I’ve only ever kissed one guy, when we were drunk at a party in university, and the next day he basically just pretended it never happened.
In retrospect, I’m pretty sure I was (and still am) depressed, but I’m pretty good at keeping up a facade (at least in the short-term). But I’m not very good at keeping up with friendships and relationships. I can make new friends, but they always feel superficial and I always feel like I’m the third wheel in a group and eventually I have less and less contact with them. I’m not really in touch with any friends from high school, or university, or my past jobs - it’s not like I ever had an argument or falling out with them - we just gradually lost touch. I know it’s normal to lose touch with some of your friends, but I’m pretty sure it’s not normal to lose touch with all of them.
I’m pretty smart, and I can get good grades at school. I’ve had several different part-time jobs and a good long-term job after university. I always start out doing really good, and I get excellent job evaluations and bosses love me. But eventually my work starts slipping when I get bored/procrastinating/depressed. Then I move on and burn my bridges. Just like with my friendships. I went back to school a several years ago, and I’m close to graduating. But my grades were good to start with, but they’ve been getting worse and I had to repeat a couple classes. I’m just hoping I can hold on and not fail out of my degree, which is my best chance of having a good career that I’m really interested in and I think I will be able to be really good at. But I’m also worried that even if I graduate and get a great job, that I’ll do really fantastic at it for a while and then things will go downhill again. I started taking an anti-depressant earlier this year, and it seems to be helping a little, but I’m still having problems.
Another issue I need to deal with is that I got hepatitis C from a blood transfusion as a kid. I only found out about it as a young adult. I’ve never had any health issues from it, and my medical tests have all come back as being pretty close to normal and showing only minor liver damage. I could get treatment now, but it would take a year, have horrible side effects, and only have a 60% chance of eliminating it. My doctor says that since I have no health consequences from my chronic hepatitis C that it would be better if I wait maybe five or ten more years, when they’re expecting that there will be more effective drugs available that have less side effects. I think that having hepatitis C has contributed somewhat to my trouble getting into the dating scene after I finished high school - once there was even a guy who was interested in me and I was interested in him, but he basically ran for the hills (slight exaggeration) when he found out about my hep C.
Technically hep C isn’t a sexually transmitted disease - it’s blood borne, so you can only get it with blood to blood contact. So theoretically it can be transmitted from blood to blood contact during sex, but the odds are really low. The CDC doesn’t even recommend that long-term monogamous couples use condoms - you’re far more likely to transmit hep C to someone else through sharing a toothbrush or shaving razors. Studies have shown that the risk of transmission is very low - even close to zero (cites: Lack of evidence of sexual transmission of hepatitis C among monogamous couples: results of a 10-year prospective follow-up study - PubMed and http://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/10.1002/hep.23808/pdf). I know a woman who has hep C and her husband is fine with it, but they were married for many years and had kids before she found out she had it. I imagine that knowing that intellectually the risk is low is one thing, but there’s a difference between finding out a current partner/spouse has it, and choosing to start a new relationship with someone who has a potentially transmittable, potentially fatal disease. Given my prior bad experience with trying to have “the talk” with a potential partner, I have difficulty imagining how I could summon up the courage to start dating (given all my other baggage/issue) and then successfully share this information with them and not have them freak out over it, or decide that I’m not worth it. I mean, if I man starts dating a woman who’s really attractive and successful and finds out she has hep C then I think he would be more likely to deal with it than he would with someone like me who’s not exactly an ideal catch.
Over the years there’s been a two guys that expressed interest in dating me but I wasn’t attracted to either of them, and although I really want to be in a relationship I’m not so desperate that I’d date someone even if I’m not attracted to them - I’d rather be alone than that. The thing is, objectively I don’t think that anyone I would want to date should date me. And I don’t think that’s my depression talking, it’s just fact. Really, no one in their right mind would want to date an almost 300lb over thirty year old virgin with depression and hepatitis C, who has a long history of fucking up most of the jobs and friendships she has ever had, and has serious self-esteem issues. But beyond my difficulty dating, my apparent inability to hold onto a long-term job or keep up my success in school, or make and keep friendships is really bothering me. I do have some friends now that I’ve met over the last five years or so, and I keep in touch with some of them, but they feel like they’re not really deep friendships. I’m closer to a couple of them, but they don’t know about most of my personal issues (only some of them, and only superficially and without sharing the worst details). I don’t have a best friend, or someone I can really talk to.
I don’t think my husband likes me, respects me, or finds me attractive. I don’t know if he ever really did. I think he married me primarily, maybe solely, because I’m accepting and kind toward his complicated and difficult family. I think he also loves me because I’m the mother of his child. He’s not mean or abusive to me in any way, but he never wants to spend time with me, never initiates sex with me (and often refuses when I offer), and frequently just seems generally annoyed at me. I feel more strongly every day that he’d be a lot happier if I just left him alone. I’ve talked to him about this in a non-accusatory way (“I miss you…”, “I want you to feel comfortable telling me if you’re unhappy with me…”, etc.), and he insists it’s not the case, but his behavior hasn’t changed. The only thing left for me is to accept it, I guess. I used to love him so much, but it’s hard to maintain that feeling when I get so little in return. This makes me terribly sad.
My daughter just came out to me. Some people in our family are huge bigots. For now, the best thing is to tell no one.
I am so sad.
To visit the palace and the temples ?
Well, I think there was some kneeling and praying involved, now that you mention it.
Went to a friend’s house for some heavy drinking.
My friend wound up passed out drunk on the couch.
I wound up fucking his wife right next to him not more than three feet away.
He could have woke up at any time.
Some of the hottest damned sex I ever had.