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My girlfriend broke up with me. I am 25 years old and I was in love. I just cannot fathom why she left me.
She left me without a real explanation, just said that she wasn't into me any more and that we doesn't want to see or talk to me any longer.

I tried calling her, but she blocked my phone and blocked me on all social media. Her friends also did that.

I know that she likes this one coffee place near her work that she visits frequently.
I confess that I've gone to this place every day in hopes of seeing her and talking to her to find out why she left me.


#girlfriend   #breakup   #love   #sad   #devastated   #coffee   #confession  


I’m in love with my ex, he left me so I could experiment while he’s gone and honestly I think it made me hotter for him.


#breakup   #horny  


Recently I have done some damage to some girls new car.. she had a new black Kia Soul and she got a promotion over me and I was really mad and I let my anger get the best of me.. I was walking in the parking lot and I had seen her car and got angry and decided to take my car key and run is long the trunk of her new Kia.. scratching the paint like 8 inches long I figured it wasn't enough and I stepped on her exhaust pipe and snapped it down to the ground, and then i took my key again and scratched the side of her Kia from top to bottom on the driver side in the back..


#vandalism   #keying   #breaking  


I've never confessed this to anyone; but it hurt me when he spoke about him. If he had asked, if he had meant it, I think I might have dropped everything right there to be with him. My friends treated me like a junkie, and I can't even fault them. I lied so much, while all I could think about was. Something. Him. It feels like everything has changed, and I don't know how to feel about it. Is it really possible to get over someone if you still love them? If so, how?


#heartbreak   #love   #relationship   #problems   #lying   #addiction  


So, freshman year in high school I had my first boyfriend (I am female). We had dated before during the summer but it hadn't worked out. I never stopped having feelings for him, and I got some friends to talk him into asking me out. We were at one of my friends birthday parties, and she told him that he should date me. He laid on my chest while we played "never have I ever" and he was heavier than me, so I wasn't super comfortable but I loved being with him so I didn't say anything. After that we played truth or dare, and some friends dared us to play "seven minutes in heaven. We got to the closet and there was memory foam in it so it was very comfortable. That night we stayed in that closet for nearly two hours, simply laying with each other. He asked me out and I said yes. Shortly after he did, he kissed me and used tongue. We laid together for a bit longer and he started groping me. It felt nice, and he told me I have very nice boobs (32 D). After that we tried to fall asleep together, and he used my tit as a pillow. But the friends came in at about 2 or 3 am and told us we had to sleep in separate rooms. People thought we were fucking. A few days later there was a soccer game, it was raining and our friends encouraged us to go behind the school and make out. So we did, after talking for a while he kissed me. He groped my ass and tits. We both do cross country, so the following week on the bus home from a cross country meet (it was pretty late, and winter so it was dark) he put his hand on my leg and kept sliding it up until he was touching my vagina through my jeans. He also had his arm around me and was trying to grope me. I whispered to him that it probably wouldn't work because I was wearing jeans, and he stopped. I leaned on him and we stayed like that, his arm around me and my hand on his leg. I decided that I wanted to him to keep going, and his hand was on top of mine (the one on his leg) so I took that hand and put it near my breast. He didn't seem to get it so I put it right on it so that he would touch it. He groped it and used his hand to draw circles around my nipple. Then we started to approach our school so he stopped, and we got off the bus and parted ways. Flash forward to Thursday of that week. We had a cross country practice and after practice, I changed and we went in the back of the school, behind a shed. We started kissing, and he was groping my ass and tits. After a moment he started rubbing his hand on my pussy, through my pants. Then he slipped his hand down my pants, and started rubbing on it through my panties, but they had slipped to the side. He then moved them fully and rubbed around. Then he put his hand farther down, and slipped his finger into my vagina. His hands are bigger than mine so it hurt a bit when he first put it in, but then after I got used to it I started moving my hips against his movements. He didn't know what he was doing, so he kept taking his finger out and trying to rub my clit (which he didn't find). Then he would put it back in and just sort of jam it in and out. It wasn't too bad, probably because it was a brand new thing for me. While this was happening he tried to get his hand under my bra, and ended up just moving it to the side so he could feel my breasts without it in the way. He was gentle at first but then started getting a little rough. He stopped fingering me and lifted up my shirt, and then started kissing(maybe licking??) my chest, and massaging my breasts. He tried to unclip my bra, and I decided to do it for him. Then, he noticed the time and said he had to go. He hugged me once more, and left.

Later that night I told two of my closets friends, and I decided to talk to him because I did not like how quickly the relationship was moving. So, we started talking and I told him that. He said that he wasn't planning on doing that it had ended up doing it anyways. He started talking about how hard the relationship was and how he had gotten more stressed when it had started. Then I told him something about how much I had wanted our relationship to work, and he said that he wasn't as into it as me. I was crying at this point. He asked me what he did wrong while he was fingering me and I explained to him a bit of how he should've kept a steady rhythm and how he should've actually found my clit, and maybe went for my G spot. After that he told me that he wasn't happy with our relationship and that we werent similar, and that I was too quiet (I was quiet bc i was nervous around him) and stuff like that. He said that he was pushed into the relationship. He said that he felt that he should've never gotten into the relationship, and that hurt me a lot because I really, really liked him and wanted to spend more time with him, but not move so quickly. He had said that he had asked me out on impulse, and was only thinking of the physical things (basically wanted to use me). And that our relationship was stupid. Then I asked him what he was going to do (was he gonna break up with me or wait and see if it worked out.) He said " I don't think I can do this anymore". I was crying so hard at this point because I had wanted this relationship for so long, and it turned out that he didn't even care about me. Then he said "in any case, bye, see you tomorrow. This will work itself out." I later learned from a mutual friend that he had broken up with me. I certainly did not think that he did, because his texts were very misleading. I felt so hurt from that and hated him. But I couldn't really hate him because I still liked him. Every time I saw him it hurt me. Then when I asked him if he had actually broken up with me (because he was super unclear and I wanted to check with him) he said yes, and left me by saying "k". He was extremely rude, and took so much from me. If I had dated him longer and not boughten up the fact that we were moving too quickly, I probably would've lost my virginity to him.

I know this isn't exactly a blowjob story, but I am still pissed about that and wanted to tell someone.


#highschool   #fingering   #hatred   #breakup  


The woman I have been having an affair with for the past few months was caught at my house this weekend by her husband and boy, was it a scene. I am not sure how she got caught and I doubt I'll ever know but it was a horrible feeling. She and I were upstairs in my bedroom getting after it when her phone rang. Then rang again. Then rang one more time. She got out of bed and sent a text saying she was in a place where she couldn't talk. He replied by sending her a picture of my front door with a caption that said, "I know exactly where you are." It was a horrible feeling. I walked downstairs and opened the door. He looked defeated. I didn't say anything, he just waited for her to leave. Her car was in my garage so as she pulled out of the driveway, he followed her. I haven't heard from her and not sure when I will. Was a rough day.


#cheating   #affair  


I shouldn't feel this way. I know that. I have no reason to. But I do. Whenever I'm with my 'friends' I feel like I'm not good enough. *Kylee is temperamental and hits me whenever I'm not good enough, like if I mock her, make a witty comment, or say or do anything the slightest bit offensive. *Sarah is just so frustrating. She doesn't know when is enough. *Tyler always- I don't even know what it is. He tries to get me angry, he just says things that get under my skin, and he never stops.
I'm going crazy. I can't even express what I'm feeling. My mind is a mess. But I'll tell you this: Every "I'm fine" or "Yeah, just tired" is a lie. Ever time I'm happy, I feel like I shouldn't be.
I hate that I have a wonderful life. I'm smart and athletic, and I always have things going on. I feel selfish for trying to die, even though I've tried before. But no one's noticed the cuts on my wrists. They're not deep, not lethal, but deep enough to scar, which is what I want. I want to live with proof that I'm stronger, because I've to hell and back enough times that I've started keeping count with cuts on my arm.
And I hate that I'm only 13.


#suicide   #crazy   #young   #breaking  


I was hurt because of my siblings so I hurt my mom coz she was not punishing or scolding them.
I said mean words to her. I told her that I want her to die so I will be convinced she can't stand for me coz she is not here. I didn't talk with her for a month even I denied to eat anything she cooked for me. I was rude. It still hurts to think she didn't take stand for me but not more than what I said to her. I don't know if she will forgive me I don't know God will ever forgive me but I can't forgive myself ever for this sin.


#heartbreak   #guilt   #depression   #shame   #unforgettable   #temper  


I don't know what she does with her watches, but the glass breaks and last time it went in food, who is she trying to kill this time? stupid woman can't even control her arms to watch what she is doing with her arm or watch. she needs one that has no encasing, just open , fobs or broach watch won't work with her she will only break them. what does she do? mind don't break it has to be something strange and violent she is doing. she is a violent person, old and can't see what she is doing. ccan't hear, its a real worry. she has to prove she is super woman.


#watch   #break   #anger  


I am afraid that I let my relationship get to the point of it being broken. I'll don't think I'll ever find anyone like her in my life again. I think we've both known for the last year it's over, but don't know how to be apart.


#love   #life   #breakups  


my partner has been getting very distant with me over the past month or so and i keep nervously walking myself through the benefits of being single to brace myself for being broken up with. they’re... not the person they were when we started dating. they did a complete 180° as a person since then, and i like who they are now and enjoy talking to them even with that change, but i’m worrying.

they’ve been busy and distant, and asked for me to just label them as a partner while they question if they’re aromantic or not. but because of that i can’t tell if they’re being distant over this month to prepare me to be broken up with, or if they’re just busy and reflecting on themself. i don’t even know what i would do if we weren’t romantically involved anymore?

we’ve been together more than a year now and were best friends for years before dating - they’re my closest friend, the person i trust and open up to more than anyone ever in my life. feeling distance between us is painful and scary... sometimes i wonder if i would be happier in a romantic relationship with someone else who better fits me, if us becoming friends instead of lovers would be good and i could find someone with a matching sex drive who’s more masculine and dominant (which is more my type than they are now). but they’re so close to me and i really feel like a happy old married couple with them, like i feel secure and cared for and i have someone i trust always by my side.

i just don’t know what to do, mostly because i don’t really know if there’s anything to do at all. it basically all hinges on whether or not they’re aromantic - if they are, we’re back to being best friends. if they aren’t, we’re together still. i don’t know what i would even prefer at this point either; all that i want is, selfishly, to be #1 in their life and more important than anyone else. that’s selfish, i know, but i want them to myself and i wouldn’t be able to stand seeing him date another person... when we were best friends they dated their current friend, and seeing their relationship constantly shoved in my face when i just had a hopeful crush was so painful. i can’t even imagine having to see it and knowing i’d been effectively replaced.

i’m just scared and nervous and confused. i don’t even think being best friends would really be too horrible at the end of the day. i don’t think i even know what i want.

what the fuck do i even do, man.


#relationship   #breakup   #aromantic  


I cannot fucking wait to dump my Girlfriend. I'm so sick of this relationship. I go above and beyond not to fuck her. I hide in my office, fake bad moods, and I even faked sick. I tried dumping her but she always pleads to come back.

It's one of those situations where I like her family more then her. Especially her sister's. One lives around the corner from us, so I go over there most times to fuck her in her ass, and the other one well she lets me jerk my big dick in front of her.

She is a judgmental evil bitch, and not a lot of people like her and I can't wait until I make an exit from this shit storm. Anyway gotta go I'm getting my dick sucked right now by a hot middle-aged white neighbor


#cheat   #breakuo   #sex  


My ex and I broke up because her mother interfered too much and my wife started acting more and more like her mother. They say if you look at the mother, that's who you're marrying and the saying couldn't be more accurate. I hated doing it because I loved her but I knew I would be more and more miserable as time went on.


#interference   #mom  


Back in school, my mom made me sandwiches which I could eat during break time. The problem was that they were so disgusting! I had to throw them away every time and buy me something to eat...
I haven't talk about it with my mom because I don't want her to be upset.


#school   #sandwiched   #break   #time   #problem   #mom   #lie  


I confess that I paid my mother’s money without my mother knowing. I confess that I masturbate, play games, watch pornography, listen to music, steal, eat past 12 and watch movie while I was a monk. I still masturbate and watch pornography now. I confess that I still steal now. I confess that I sometimes lie or bend or twist the truth. I confess that I have broken the precept and Karmaboth 10. I confess. I am so sorry.


#breakingpercepts  


I was cleaning out part of my parents' house and found prom pictures from 16 years ago. The date and I were in a long-term relationship that went south fast once we hit college.

I threw the photos away, and it felt good. She was a manipulative thief who lived nothing but lies.


#breakup   #parents  


I broke up with my ex girlfriend a couple weeks ago because she was very toxic and she always liked tearing me apart. I told her what she was doing but she had no interest in listening, so I left. After, she begged so desperately for me to come back into her life but then I found out she was talking to another guy the whole time. When she was mad that I left she told me I was the reason that she cut herself. I feel like such a horrible person. what do I do?


#help   #breakup   #girlfriend   #confession  


I’m dating this girl but the only reason we are tougher is because I’m to afraid to break up. I’d feel to guilty because she tells me all the time how much she loves me. I was at a low point when we got together but I just don’t feel in love with her anymore. She recently added an ex on Snapchat and started texting him casually. I didn’t give it much thought until she changed her phone password. She’s never done anything suspicious in the past but a side of me hopes she texting him more and wants to be with him instead of me. It would be the best way to end things without me feeling like a bad guy.


#breakup   #girlfriend   #cheating  


Because I'd like to be able to do baking, I bake a lot in the last weeks. Last weekend, I made bread, but instead of oregano, I put some of my weed in the dough. Didn't notice it at first but my daughter (she's 9) ate some of the bread for breakfast, I soon noticed that something was wrong.
I really should stop smoking pot.


#daughter   #pot   #weed   #break   #beaking   #dough   #confession   #drugs  


Back in school, I did something I am not proud of.
During the break, me and some friends decided to smoke a cigarette. On our way outside, one of the girls I hate to that time, walked in front of me and because I was playing with my lighter, Iit up her hair.
Nothing happened. The next day, her beautiful long hair had gone.


#hair   #school   #break   #cigarette   #lighter   #fire  



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