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I confess I love my girlfriend more than anything but sometimes I think about leaving her. Not because I don't like her anymore but I'd like to see if she fights for me and what she would do to get me back.
She's the love of my life but I guess sometimes I am kind of unhappy, she doesn't try to make our relationship work, she lives like before the time we got together.
#girlfriend #leave #love #life #unhappy
(F) When I was single and the certain man in question was separated we fucked regular.
Stopped when got in relationships again.
But few months ago I sucked his dick made me want to fuck him all over again.
I'm really tempted to bang him again because my bf doesn't make me cum the way this guy does.
I also think I'm in love with him and not my bf. But it's complicated.
I (think I) dated a girl out of pity. I'm not sure how I felt during the entire thing, I think that I felt love, but now that I look back, I'm not too sure.
#love
I have no friends, I haven't since 2012, I can't seem to find anyone around my age to hang around with (we've just moved house I'm 17, nearly 18)
I've asked for help with getting friends, but no one seems to help me.
I feel trapped in my own house, with the same people, all the time. I don't know what to do. I feel slightly depressed everyday.
I'm jealous of my own mum because she has people to talk to as I have no one.
I can't walk properly, so I can't exactly go out walking around to find friends...I get told things will get better, but I feel like every time they say that they're lying to my face because nothing ever gets better when they say that.
I don't know what to do, I feel unloved, friendless and hopeless, I'm afraid of what will happen to my mental state if I continue to feel lonely.
#lonely #helpless #unloved #friends #friendless #friend #love #hate #happiness
I still can’t let go of my ex but I don’t even want to act like a pathetic depressed ex.It's been 2 months since we broke up and I’m still not over it but outside I’m kinda act good as chill with my friends as I even went on date with other guy after breakup to move on but still can’t get over. So I made up my mind and text him because he finally unblocked me in ig as asked him on a date like causal last date not talking about patchup and all and he said yes. Omfg I’m having finals so will be going after that.
My name is Shamus.
And I confess that I love big cock. I love to suck them. I love to get fucked by them and I love to swallow the big thick loads that come out of them!
#sex #gay #faggot #cocksucker
I do not know what to do. I broke up with my boyfriend a few months ago, because I thought we were not meant to be. He was annoying me back then and there were some things that just did not seem to work out (we were long distance as well). So I broke up with him to give him a chance to find someone who truly appreciate him the way he is.
Since then, I moved back to the same town he lives in after graduating college. But I met another guy and this one still lives in the city where I went to college. I thought I could like the new guy, but I was not looking for something serious. I am not so sure he thinks the same way I do about that... because when I get in a new relationship, I want it to be with someone who is at the same level as me, you know? And the new guy got totally different interests and hobbies. But he is nice and all and I do not know how I feel about him... I am sure, however, that he wants more than just a casual fling...
I have started to think about my ex quite often now. We had a great time together and I am still so sorry that I hurt him by breaking up. I kind of want him back, but I fear that the same feelings will come up again, when (or if) I start seeing him again. I do not want to hurt him more.
I am not sure, but maybe I started thinking about my ex more often, because I am not content with the thing I have with the new guy? We are not in a relationship or anything, but we do text a lot and try to see each other every couple of weeks (no sex so far).
I am a total mess right now and I do not know what to do. I need advice, but I cannot talk to my friends about it...
#love #ex #relationship #breakup #confession #confusion
When me and my girlfriend began dating she would always talk about her exboyfriend and it started to real bother me, they dated for three years since they were in seventh all the way through their sophmore year. I have no clue why she thought talking about her sex life was cool with her new boyfriend. I didnt want to give her any troubles since she has been known to throw extreme tantrums for reasons i think are ridicoulous, if i mispelled that sorry.
Anyways I cheated on her and comeplete regret it so much I love this girl but just because she angered me I had sex with her friend Sara and got her preagnant but she got an abortion for free at the planned parenthood...
Your name came up 3 times yesterday, and I am so grateful for unanswered prayers; to be over you and your fake friendship. I had your back through thick and thin, when you were at your worst. You however, were never there when I needed you because you are a narcissist and gold digger in the worst possible way; it is all about which ladder you can climb, whom will trade sex for money or which attorney you can hump to not have to work anymore. I should have known when you were with your date at the Opera and hit on me, inviting me over to cook dinner for me (when you cannot even cook..lol..) that your pretty face, silky hair and fake friendship were a walking lie. I was so naieve to your player ways but loved your style though, from your wardrobe to your Ethan Allen showroom house you were a sight to behold in and out of clothes. Did we date? Making out the first evening, filled with wine, laughter and kissing when we met, then being at church the next morning where you were the choir director who wanted me to pretend nothing happened was interesting. It is always a strain on any relationship when someone is not out or hides their sexuality. Then the few times we kissed, or snuggled again, I don't know what to call what we had, a non platonic friendship, a fling. Bi curious women don't like labels, especially the church girls. They will practically rip off your clothers, then suffer from amnesia like a vampire by morning. My favorite thing was knowing, even after we stopped seeing each other and you married someone rich shortly after, and that fell apart. I was there for you and a true friend to you Mrs. Leo. Completely respected your boundries when you were lying in bed naked with your new born son I adored, simply because I don't date or get involved with married people. Seperated is still married, and adultry is not on my souls menu for entrance to Heaven. During your seperation, you would fall back into your pattern of toxic dating multiple people to see who would invest the most financially into you and I began to pull away recognizing your need to find your dead father in a mans eyes. Aquarians, we are ruled by the house of friendship and only thrive in reciprocity so self preservation was a must once you showed me who you were. I am at peace, knowing I cared for you in your greatest hour of need when your bi-polar, cocaine addicted husband abandoned you and your new baby, froze all your bank accounts and left you in a $10k a month rental you could not afford. He drove off into the sunset with his new convertable, and threw you the keys to his worn out Range Rover and drove off to be a single man. I had the brakes fixed when they went out for you on New Years so you and the baby would have a safe car. I was there for you when he tried to attack you in one of his drug high rages. In spite of how our relationship went silent after a year of dancing together, I know in my heart I did right by you. You could have invested into us but instead had to deal with a 3 year divorce with psycho man to end a 1 year marriage. You learned how karma works when you hurt the hearts of people who sincerely care about you. I was a much better 'Return On Your Investment' them him, and did care and love for you at the time but one too many; let me use you in-between until I get a new man, was too much. I learned my lesson the first time you did that to us. Being there for someone who can't remember your Birthday is a red flag unto itself, so I withdrew from over investing myself into anyone that did not give back equal effort. I was okay with letting you go because I knew you would spend a lifetime missing me and never find another me no matter where your travels took you. Which is why I intentionally called you on the 10 year Anniversary of the day we met. Simply to remind you that when you judge a book by it's cover, or make a head over heart decision, you can miss out on someone amazing. My five closest friends and I have remained close for 25 years, I can outlast any man or lover who just wants to fuck you for the night or however long he wants to use your bed because I represent the house of true friendship which every healthy relationship is built on. When the passion fades the friendship remains. We had something in the beginning and could have been quiet the team but you ruined it for both of us, then when off to find husband number three - five. I will never forget what you said to me: "You're not what I want, and don't make enough money. I want to marry someone that makes over $2.5 million a year." It crushed me a little bit at the time after breaking off a 5 year relationship engagement (due to being cheated on) before I met you but God is good and it all makes sense now looking back. I stopped dating wealthy people or status seekers because of the hurtful bitter taste you left in my mouth. Then you got to sit back and watch over the years as my star began to rise, and your desire for status and fame went unanswered without me because you could not see beyond the superficial to recognize the legacy, birthright or annointing covering my name. What you did not realize is God delivered a gift to you, a blessing in a chubby, imperfect light brown paper bag, but you could not see the diamond within the package and lost out, but he knew it was there, and what was to come. Rejection is God's protection, of both me and my gift and karma kicked your ass for the way you mistreated me and our connection. Thank you for the lesson in love, I have given much to help people over the years and realized that many were not worth my time including you. Ungrateful, unappreciative, is an understatement but in the process I learned about discernment, to not cast my pearls before swine or overgive myself to anyone undeserving of my attention or time is priceless. I really loved and cared for you once upon a time, but that love was mistreated, taken for granted and neglected. The flowers only grow where you water them, where you put your time and attention. I am forever grateful God spared me the suffering of being in a relationship where my needs went unacknowleged, unmet or were unfulfilled. Thank God I never settled for anyone who left me feeling love starved. My Boaz exits somewhere in the world, male of female does not matter, only the soul of my beloved matters because now I know everything happens for a reason. I am safe, loved, and still rising without you. Cest la vie heartbreaker...
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I fell in love with a Actor in 2015 he was dating a Female friend of mine shelby. He was Tall masculine & unfaithful to Shelby this gal did everything a housewife would do she would house clean prepare supper. Some nights she didnt prepare the meal when he had wanted it prepared at the times he clocked out from a shift. He even psychically abused her when she was in his automobile. He had pushed her out of the automobile that left her with bruising all over her arms with him she loved him. He even admittedthat he did hoe around and have flings with other women he then missed bring with shelby he missed the relationship the compainionship. I was even the supportive one for there relationship when it was on the rocks I saw what they both wanted. And they hadnt been together in six years.
I have explicit thoughts and dreams of my husband even though he left me for another woman. We're still married and I just wish he would come home.
While I'm in a great, loving relationship, I think I'm still in love with my best friend. Sometimes I feel that she feels the same way, and hope that one day her and I end up together.
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I have been obsessed with one guy for the past 5 and a half years, even while in a relationship I occasionally thought about this guy and for some unknown reason I can't seem to let him go from my mind. I think I am in love with him
Workplace romances are a mistake. I was seeing this married woman in her 40s. I was single and a virgin when we first met... when we first met... i saw her sitting and talking with her coworker. I was coming off a flight from LA when she was there... so beautiful. I saw her again coming into work. We looked at eachother with almost the same look of attraction. I was too shy to say anything but before I knew it she stretched out her hand to me and introduced herself. We shook hands and I introduced myself. Seemed like from that point on our friendship blossomed. We would see eachother often at work. Sometimes late at night and talking was so easy between us. We got really close. In hindsight, maybe too close.
More than a month after that first handshake... I made a move... we flirted for a lttle bit but I took it to the next level. I wanted her. She was so beautiful for her age and took really good care of her body. I had to touch her. The crazy thing is... she obliged. She was thinking the same thing. After that we started talking about sex and how we could do it. One night at work, an opportunity presented itself. We were like schoolchildren. It was so risky and scary but we did it in the men's bathroom. While we were at work no less! I will never forget that first kiss. After that first time we were mating like rabbits. Taking every opprotunity and even making some of our own. I don't know if pornstars get that much sex in the time we were together but it was almost every day for 4 years straight. Our relationship was more than just passion though. We would have lunch and talking like normal people was still easy to us. We fell in love right away. She was everything to me. But I knew that I could not be the same for her. I knew that my situation could not support her and her kid if she left her husband for me. But i knew she cared deeply for me. She always pushed me to better myself. Working out, going back to school, even helping me with my finances. She showed me how to become a man. I had everything I ever wanted. Or so I thought.
Like any normal couple, we too would have confrontations and squabbles. Fights between us would break out at first because one would suspect the other of cheating. Ironic isn't it? But it would blow over quickly and we would resume our daily "ritual" so to speak. But the fights got worse and I being the passionate one would say hurtful things to her. I regret them so much. But she always forgave me and I was always greatful and in tears when she did. One day her forgiveness ran out. She had gotten tired of my hurtful words. And said that it was enough. From that point... I had lost her love... I would try to leave her alone as we still worked in the same place. I would still see her and would just give me pain. It was almost too obvious on what was going through my mind.
We had pretty much successfully kept the true nature of our relationship hidden from our co-workers the whole time we were together. Thank goodness. I don't know what I would do if I was responsible for ruining her life. But I can't do anything now. I still love her. Everytime I see her it's like a piece of me dies. I don't know if she even knows what I'm going through. Can she see my pain? Does she even care? I wish I could move on. I wish someone could come and save me from this pain. But It's too unbearable to move one. This is my pennance. This is my curse. Suffering in silence. Burned alive from the inside out by the same fire that fueled my passion for this perfect woman who changed my life. Who will always have my heart.
i really need your advise and views there this guy we have been dating for a year but I have a problem he rarely compliments me nor buys me any gifts not that I want his material things...now he has completed his schooling and he has to go back to his native land...due to that I avoided him a month or so because am afraid to get too attached to him am trying to get used to him absence wen he's gone...now he hasn't even reached out to me it has been 2 weeks now and we rarely talked am really hurt I don't know if I should let him go or still try to hold on to our relationship...I feel am forcing hi. to stay as he doesn't seem to care or my absence doesn't affect him and that rips me apart please help.....
I’ve been in love with my best friends' boyfriend for about a year now. She started dating him a few months ago. I love him so much. What makes me mad is that she mistreats him, and she only likes him after he transitioned. I liked him back when he was cis. I want to hug him, I want to kiss him. But I’ll never get that chance and it breaks my heart. I secretly want them to break up, so I can comfort him and maybe then he'll like me.
I have been in love with a man for three years who is ten years older than myself. I am 23; we try to talk via skype or other means weekly, or as much as we can. We have had beautiful experiences in various countries and both travel far to meet one another. He is in love with me too, telling me this and trying to figure out how we can relocate to be together. We each have someone else, so there is another issue with our affair...he is in the marines and will spend two months in a dangerous country beginning April and I am terrified for his safety...to make a long story short, I miss him more than anything, and don’t know how to process the idea of his potential death...
We are all educated middle class professionals. My boyfriend asked me to 'accept' his college girlfriend and bring her into our home. By 'accept' he means that she is a woman of the house along with me. I know that men can enjoy more than one woman, something that to me seems impossible to contemplate having relationships with more than one man, but he is so masculine with her, he is passionate, she is blah blah, ga ga all the time. She needs to get a backbone and tell him 'here are the limits'. His passion with me is many times overwhelming, suffocating, sharing with her takes a lot of the pressure off of me, but I want her to get a back bone and stand up for herself and put up limits, she is not his rag doll, or his servant girl, she is here to share and share alike. I don't mind doing the laundry with her, or cooking with her or running errands with her, she is the sister I never had. I have actually begun to enjoy those feminine roles. But when it comes to masculine feminine roles I wish she said 'enough is enough'. Sex is a privilege, it is not our mandate to give it to him. We switched our sleeping arrangements around so that she and I share a room together and he 'visits' us and we 'allow' him to get close with us, but he wants to stay the night. We need our alone time together, for us it is not just sex, we need to well just cuddle each other, he needs to go back to his room.
I don’t know if I have ever felt love. Well, I certainly haven’t felt romantic love, but I don’t know if I’ve felt platonic love. Family love. And I feel like a monster because of it.
I tell everyone “I love you” all the time because I’m so scared that I actually don’t. Every time those words leave my lips, all I can think is “Do I actually love them? How do I know if I’m feeling love? What if I don’t and I’m just lying to their faces?”. I don’t think I know what platonic love feels like and I hate it.
I want to feel it.
I NEED to feel it, because otherwise...
Because otherwise, I am telling my family the cruelest lie I could ever tell them and I think that it would break both mine and their hearts for them to find out.
I just want to know what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I feel it? There has to be something wrong with me, right?
Please help me...
Suzanne, I confess that I think about you constantly. I have never told you and you would have no reason to know, but I have been in love with you since the year your husband died. The truth is that it would be a forbidden love to this day. But I enjoy your company, your sense of humor, and your style. As I write this, my heart aches for you, wishing that we could be together. Nothing would make me happier. Of course, I have no certainty that you might even think of me in the same way.
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