Three years ago my dad was withering away under my stepmom. She had completely isolated him from our family, convinced him to cut my sister and me out of his will, and was quietly draining his retirement account to fund her own gambling habit. He was so depressed and brainwashed that no amount of intervention or evidence worked. One afternoon she left her iPad on the kitchen counter unlocked. I found harmless, slightly flirtatious messages between her and an old college friend from five years back. Nothing explicit, just vague banter. I took screenshots, cropped out the dates and time stamps, and printed them with deliberate gaps so it looked like an ongoing affair. i left the printouts face down on my dad's desk with a short note. It shattered him in the moment, but their prenup had an infidelty clause that completely nullified her financial claims. Within six months the divorce was finalized and she walked away with almost nothing. My dad has his sparkle back, reconnected with his grandkids, and finally has peace. He still thinks an anonymous private investigator sent him those papers. I destroyed a woman's marriage with Photoshop and scissors, and I don't feel a single shred of remorse.

When I was seventeen, our graduating class filled a metal capsule with letters, photos, and small objects. I was angry because the committee rejected my contribution as “too stupid,” so I moved the capsule. I didnt take anything. I buried it beside a different oak tree, maybe fifty metres from the painted marker, then kept quiet when teachers discovered an empty hole. Everyone assumed somebody had stolen it. The school even held a second ceremony with replacement items. Fifteen years later, the original capsule is probably still there. I remember the exact tree, and the school recently announced plans to open it next spring. Part of me wants to send an anonymous map. The other part knows that would reveal someone deliberately moved it. I was a petty teenager, but I’m still letting an entire class believe their memories vanished.

I was adopted at birth in a closed adoption. I’m 19F now. I was adopted by 2 women in love and married with each other. I would say that I my childhood was good for the most part. When I was 16, my moms did get into financial trouble and money became tight. That was the worst period in my life so far. Growing up I didn’t care much about knowing who my biological family were. But when I hit 18 and graduated high school, I actually got curious enough to search. I told my moms and they were supportive and helpful. I found my biological mother. She’s 38. She was my age when she gave birth to me. She told me the story. She had sex with a man 14 years older than her. That relationship resulted in my birth. She grew up poor with undocumented immigrant parents. She had no way of raising me in a stable environment. She informed me that her parents pushed her to get an abortion but her personal views prevented her from going through with it so she put me up for adoption instead. My biological mother lives 3 states over from where I grew up. She is actually a police officer in the city she lives in. 19 years after my birth, she is stable, lives well, has a nice place, and is a better person than she was 19 years ago. The first meeting I had with her, my moms were there. I could tell that my biological mother and my moms wouldn’t get along. After, I told my moms that I’d probably not speak to my biological mother again. That was a lie. I thought my biological mother was a very cool woman. There were 3 times where we met and hung out without my moms knowing. There were a few times she gave me money to help me get by in college when I had little money. I thought of this as a private relationship. It’s my biological mother. She has not tried to replace the women that raised me. But she is the one that gave birth to me. So my relationship with her is my own. I know my moms didn’t like my biological mother that much, so I didn’t tell them. They would be heart broken to learn that I’m calling my biological mother “mom.”

Yesterday evening I was driving back home from a friends house - when I got to the service road that leads to my house, I could see a pick-up turning on to the road up ahead going eastbound (same direction I was going), by the time he got up to speed, I was maybe 5 or 6 car-lengths behind him. We were both going the same speed for maybe a minute or two, then I noticed a cat on the left hand side (westbound lane) of the road up ahead. The cat was starting to cross, then changed it's mind when he saw us coming. I could audibly hear this fucking piece of shit's truck accelerate and SWERVE into the empty westbound lane to purposely hit this poor cat. He clipped the cat so hard it immediately went limp. Just talking about this is increasing my heart rate. Fucking people man. I don't get involved with road rage at all. Have never instantly seen red like I did yesterday while driving. The intense hatred I felt for a complete stranger wasn't a pleasant feeling. Even though it was impossible for him to not know that I saw him, he certainly knew I saw him when I got up behind him and starting laying on the horn and putting my arm out the window pointing for him to pull over. He never did, he just kept on driving. It basically turned into maybe 5 minutes of me following him in a big circle. I ended up turning back around and going back home once some logic started to come back to me. No sense in getting someone else getting hurt because this guy is speeding all over the place trying to shake me. I stopped to check on the cat on the way back, thankfully I was right, it had passed on pretty much instantly and wasn't suffering. The worst part is it had a purple little collar on it with a bell. It was someone's cat. Called the humane society, told them what happened and the guys license plate number. Also filed a police report online (not like he'll see any consequences anyway).. I got the license plate number at least and remembered what truck he was driving. There has to be a higher power, or Karma is real - because I was at my neighbours last night, had a few drinks, and we get to talking about it, he ended up recognizing the truck I was talking about, so he pulled up his phone and went looking, and sure enough he found this guy on the Facebook neighbourhood/ district group page. Apparently he posts a lot on the neighbourhood/ district Facebook group advertising his little car detailing business. There was a few photos of his truck on there too, it was perfect lmao. He goes "yeah, he lives over on ******* with his brother, I went to highschool with his older brother, they've been over there for years". It's like a 30 minute walk.. So I just got back from a nice stroll through the neighbourhood like an 30 min ago with my trusty emergency escape tool - ya never know when you'll need it on a walk, y'know? Anyway, I didn't see any ring cameras or anything, but this guy made it so easy for me, parking on the road. Plus I made sure to check the license plate and dress in a way not to leave identifying features. Got his rear window, rear drivers side and driver's side window. My neighbour is going to let me know if he posts on the Facebook group about his windows. Detail that, bitch. I know there are people that would say that cats are harmful to bird populations (which they are) to somehow defend anyone that would do this sort of thing, But I just don't give a fuck if you're the type of person to purposely go out of your way to hurt or kill an animal, they don't deserve it. It hurts to see because I've always been an animal lover, I've had cats and dogs my whole life, to see them hurt or anything just makes me lose it. Especially when you see it right in front of you. I don't condone what I did, but I will never feel bad for it either. And I'd fuckin do it again. TL;DR : I witnessed a guy purposely speed up and swerve into another lane just so he could run a cat over. He ended up living relatively close to me, so I smashed out his truck windows with an emergency escape tool.

TW: substance abuse First and foremost I would like to make it clear this post will go heavily into substances and my personal experience w substance abuse. I (27F) have a friend (M) in my life that takes Seroquel (quetiapine) to help him sleep at night. Last night I went over to my friends place and had casually mentioned that I haven’t been sleeping well and said friend asked if I wanted to try a pill to help me go to go to sleep when I got home again. I’d like to make it clear: said friend is not someone i distrust. Looking back, hindsight is 20/20 but I truly believe he was not giving this to me for reasons other than I wanted to try them for sleep. He gave me 2 25mg pills and told me he typically takes two to help him sleep - being someone who has had prescribed medication before I truly did not think this would be something that would affect me very much. From here on out I’m going to lay it all on the line: so please if you struggle w substance abuse either comeback to this later or really try and hear me out. I took both of the 25MG pills. At the time of taking them I thought “hey, I’m tired, I’m having a nice chill night. I’m going to watch a movie with my son, make some dinner & go to bed. I took both pills at around 7:00 pm and by 7:30 I was having trouble staying awake and feeling pretty relaxed. Around 8:00pm I’m starting to eat the dinner I was cooking. I was still feeling pretty relaxed and was really enjoying how I felt on 50mg of seroquel, I felt calm, I felt relaxed, I felt good. Nothing was really going on around me other than watching a show on tv and I remember thinking I was content and that possibly chatting w my doc about these meds could help. When I had finished making my dinner I took a bowl into my bedroom and sat in one of those IKEA chairs that kinda bounce (awful explanation but I am hoping someone will get what I mean at least🤣) and ate some food but stared to get super groggy and out of it. TW once again - if you have struggled w an ED, substance abuse or have been in close proximity to a loved one who experienced this I highly HIGHLY recommend reading on at your own risk. ————- As I continued to eat I noticed that my body was not functioning as it normally does. The first thing I noticed was when I was chewing and went to swallow my throat muscles didn’t seem like they were wanting to help me digest my food. The second thing that I noticed was all of a sudden my entire body went numb and I genuinely felt like I was having a dissociative experience. Somehow I kept telling myself that this was not good but panicking would make it worse. Around 4 am I woke up (assuming from passing out; I have zero recollection of falling asleep) to my dog barking at something outside and could barely bring myself to wake up. I knew I had to / wanted to but I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. This morning I woke up around 10:30 and felt slightly out of it still but was pretty much “back to normal” I can NOT stress this enough. Do. Not. Take. Prescription. Pills. That. Are. Not. Prescribed. By. YOUR OWN. Physician. I learned my lesson in a very weird way and I am truly thanking something greater than me that I woke up this morning. Thank you for reading, if you got this far - just know your body is truly a temple. Do not take your health or well being for granted EVER. I truly believe I had an experience last night that showed me a very very very hard but good lesson. note to add : first comment on this post made me realize this was an extremely scary situation and I will be seeking physician assistance going forward.

Hey guys, I’m on mobile so sorry if formatting is bad. Also, throwaway account for obvious reasons but I needed to get this off my chest and I’m too embarrassed to admit it to anyone in my real life. I’m 24f and I wasn’t raised with proper hygiene education. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of making sure I’m clean (shower every day, brush teeth, etc) but I saw a video on TikTok this morning about how you need to actually pull the hood back on your lady bits and clean underneath. I had never done that and didn’t know you were even supposed to, so in the shower a few minutes ago, I did. First of all, this is the first time I’m actually seeing my bean and when I pulled the hood back, there was genuinely like calcification or something on the bean. I gently washed it off but it hurt and was very sensitive. Also, the smell was genuinely awful. I am so disgusted with myself and wonder if maybe my chronic UTIs I’ve had my whole teen/adult hood has something to do with not pulling it back and cleaning properly. TLDR I washed under my hood on my bean for the first time and it was disgusting. Anyway, I hope someone can relate. Sorry it’s gross.

Pretty much what the title says… I, 29M, used to work for a small family-owned company in NJ that distributes professional production equipment. Cameras, lights, audio equipment, etc. Their biggest client was Blackmagic Design and they distribute their stuff all over North America. The job itself wasn’t really the problem. The HR situation was. Because the ONLY person in HR was the CEO’s son. Yep. The CEO’s son, 26M. Which I always thought that was kinda weird since immediately finding out, but whatever. It’s a family company. I figured they probably just did things differently. The son in HR worked hybrid for the most part, so I didn’t see him in the office often, but when he did come in, he seemed like a decent guy. And he was REALLY friendly with me. Looking back, overly friendly. At first I didn’t think anything of it. We got along, joked around, normal coworker stuff. Then he started messaging me outside of work. And then the messages started getting weird. He would repeatedly ask me about my personal life, like if I had a girlfriend (I didn’t) and if I’ve ever experimented with men (I never have, and don’t plan to). And then came the d*ck pics. UNSOLICITED d*ck pics. From HR. The whiplash opening that first picture he sent me was quickly followed my nausea, and honestly, anxiety, because what does one do in this situation?? Not only was this the head of HR (and the only person in HR) but he’s also the CEO’s son. And did I mention he had a boyfriend????? Because he did. At first I honestly didn’t even know what the fuck to do. I was uncomfortable, obviously, but I also didn’t want to make a huge thing out of it. Because again…. THIS IS HR. Who am I supposed to report HR to??? THE CEO??? His dad???? So I just tried to deal with it myself. This went on for over a month. Eventually I explicitly told him to stop. Like, there was no ambiguity. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with what he was sending me and I wanted it to stop. And then less than a week later… I got fired :) No real explanation either. I was basically told that my employment was ending, my health insurance would expire in THREE DAYS, and that I wasn’t allowed to talk negatively about the company online. That’s it. No real explanation for why I was being let go. Nothing. So obviously I’m sitting here like…. what the f*ck???? I can’t say I KNOW for a fact that I was fired because I told him to stop. I don’t know what was said behind closed doors. BUT. The timing??? Come on. And honestly, I’ve never felt so violated and disrespected by a workplace before. I spent all this time trying to figure out how I was supposed to handle the situation without making things worse, because the person making me uncomfortable was literally the person who was supposed to be handling employee complaints. And then I get fired. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. That’s where I worked. Maybe I should’ve handled things differently. Maybe I should’ve gone to someone else. I don’t know. But I DO know that I shouldn’t have had to repeatedly tell someone from HR to stop sending me unsolicited pics. Especially when that person is the CEO’s son.

When I was younger, I met a guy in a discord server. We started chatting and I found out he was in his 60’s, but it didn’t bother me because he had been totally normal and respectful and only ever talked. After a couple weeks, he explained that his daughter had cut him out of his life and he didn’t get to see his granddaughter anymore and he missed her. He explained that he was lonely and missed her so much and offered to pay me an allowance weekly to just message him and chat during the day. He never got weird or gross, he was just lonely. He’d ask about my day, help me with homework, gave advice about problems I was dealing with. We spoke for a little over a year, and I genuinely enjoyed talking with him. One day he told me that his health was declining faster than he thought and he was going to be going to The hospital soon, then I just never heard from him again. I genuinely miss him a lot and I think about him all the time.

Two years ago I landed a senior engineering job that more than doubled my income. I went from barely scraping by on forty-five grand to making over one hundred and forty thousand a year. i have not told a single soul in my family. I grew up in a household where money was a constant weapon. Anytime someone had twenty extra dollars in their checking account, three different cousins or my dad would show up with an emergency sob story demanding a loan that never got paid back. If you said no, you were labeled selfish and frozen out of family holidays. So I made a choice. I still drive my beat-up 2011 Honda with the squeaky fan belt. When my family talks about rising rent or how expensive eggs are at Sunday dinner, I nod along, complain about my budget, and act like I am one bad paycheck away from disaster. Meanwhile I max out my retirement accounts and put thousands away into index funds every month. I feel like a fake everyday of my life sitting at their table lying to their faces, but I know that telling the truth would DESTROY my peace forever. I should of been able to share my success with the people who raised me. Why does money have to turn family into parasites?

Four years ago, my wife was on the verge of abandoning her art completely. She had spent months pouring her soul into oil landscapes, set up an online shop, and had zero sales for nearly half a year. One Sunday night, she sat on our studio floor crying, saying she was delusional and was going to pack all her brushes away. It broke my heart. The next morning, I reached out to an old college buddy living across the country. I transferred him seventy bucks, had him purchase her favorite 8x10 canvas through her website, and told him to ship it to his parents' attic so it would never be traced back to me. The sheer, radiant joy on her face when that first sale notifiction popped up on her phone is something I will never forget. It completely revitalized her. She kept painting, started doing local art fairs, and now she actually sells out collections regularly. Her "first customer's" shipping label is still pinned to her inspiration board above her easel. She calls it the day the universe told her to keep going. I carry this secret like a lead weight, but I will take it to my grave before I steal that moment from her.

I dated a girl in college for about six months. We got along really well and never had any major conflicts. But I was graduating and moving away, while she still had several years of college ahead of her. I convinced myself that ending things was the right thing to do. We haven't spoken since. I was really bothered by how much I hurt her. It still bothers me now. We both found other people, got married, had families, and built lives of our own in the decades that followed. And while I would never wish away my family or the life I've built, I do sometimes wish we could have remained friends. But I understand why we can't. After the way things ended, I have no reason to assume she'd ever even want to speak to me again. We're also entirely different people now. So I've become her silent cheerleader. I don't go looking, but when I come across news of what she's accomplished, I am incredibly happy for her. She's done some amazing things academically, professionally, and personally. She'll never know it, but I've quietly rooted for her from afar all these years.

I fr need to vent bc I feel like the worst person in the world rn, and I honestly don't know how to handle this without completely breaking his heart. He and I have known each other since we were in school. He’s always been my childhood best friend. Looking back, the poor guy had been dropping hints for years flirty comments disguised as jokes but I literally just ignored all of it. To me, he was like a brother and that was all but over the last few months, the vibe between us totally shifted. We started getting way closer, the physical contact picked up, the conversations got deeper, and the flirting became real. Suddenly, I found myself looking at him differently. I thought, “You know what? He’s sweet, he knows me better than anyone, he treats me right... why not give it a shot?” So we recently started dating. The problem hit last weekend when things finally got intimate. I’m not even exaggerating... His dick was extremely small. I know how superficial that sounds, but I was completely in shock. I couldn't even hide my surprise in the moment, and to be 100% honest, I felt this awful mix of pity and turn-off/grossness that I just couldn't shake. Whatever sexual chemistry I thought we had evaporated in a split second. The worst part is that right after my initial shock, I panicked and just went through with it. I ended up having sex with him, but I completely faked enjoying it the entire time just so he wouldn't feel bad or notice how turned off I actually was. Pretending like that made the whole experience feel even more awkward and uncomfortable for me, and now I feel even more guilty for not being honest in the moment. Ever since that day, I can’t get it out of my head, and my physical attraction to him is like completely dead Now I feel stuck in an impossible situation. I feel like an awful, guilty person because he’s genuinely sweet, he cares about me so much, and it's not his fault. But at the same time, I can't force myself to be with someone when the physical attraction isn't there and the intimacy just isn't going to work for me. Like what's the point if it's going to be like just being friends I need to break up with him, but how do I end things without completely destroying his self-esteem? There is zero chance I'm ever telling him the real reason, knowing him, it would scar him for life and ruin the memory of our friendship. So I just need to figure out an excuse to break up with him without losing our friendship, and find our way back to how things were.

My best friend has sent me a handwritten postcard from every trip he's taken since college. It's an eight-year tradition and I keep all of them in a tin box on my bookshelf. Three years ago he spent a month backpacking through Japan. When he got back, he asked if I liked the two cards he sent from Kyoto. I hadn't reiceived anything; our local post office was notorious for misplacing mail that summer. When I saw the look of genuine disappointment on his face, I panicked and lied, saying they must just be running slow. A month later, when they clearly weren't coming, I felt so guilty that I went on eBay, bought two vintage tourist postcards of Kyoto from the 90s, scribbled a short greeting in shaky handwriting immitating his, and smudged the ink to look weathered. I quietly slipped them into the tin. Last weekend he was over for beer, opened the tin to browse through the cards, pulled them out, and said: "Man, sitting by that temple writing these was the most peaceful part of that trip." I am taking this secret to the grave.

Back in March, I dropped my roommate's favorite ceramic mug on the kitchen tile. It shattered into fifty pieces. It wasn't just a regular mug. It was a vintage 1970s handmade pottery piece that her late grandmother gave her before she passed. She drank black coffee out of it every single morning without fail. i completely panicked. I swept up the ceramic shards, shoved them into an empty coffee container, and drove three blocks away to throw it in a public park dumpster so she wouldn't find it in our kitchen trash. Then I spent four hours reverse image searching the pottery maker mark from the base. I got lucky and found the exact same artisan model on eBay for $140. I paid an extra $50 for overnight priority shipping. The box arrived three hours before she got home from her weekend trip, and I quietly placed it back on the drying rack. She didn't notice the switch at first. But a week later, she was holding it at breakfast and frowned. She said the handle felt slightly lighter than she remembered and wondered if her hand arthritis was flaring up again. Last week, she actually booked an appointment with a neurologist because she is convinced she is LOSING sensory perception in her fingers. its making me feel like a monster. If I tell the truth now, I look like a psychotic liar who hid it for months. Why did I do this?

I had just gotten married to my husband earlier this year, we’ve dated for about 2 years before we got married. Before marriage, I’ve never even considered sex, as I only believe in sex only once I’m married. Fast forward to our marriage, we had sex only twice. Once when we were both drunk and the second time was just to “try it out”. Both times were horrible as we both could not come. He tried to penetrate me but everytime he does he gets soft almost immediately. The first time we blamed the alcohol but the second time we were just frustrated. Ever since then we never had sex. Everytime I initiated sex he would almost completely avoid the topic. He would masturbate in the bathroom all the time. Once I tried to ask him to come and try it again, he said he couldn’t, as he felt that my pussy does not feel good. That has made me so insecure. I was a virgin when I met him so this shattered my confidence. I’m not sure what to do now as I’m a very sexual person and he’s the only guy I’ve ever had sex with. I’m not sure what to do now.

My sister was murdered in the Kensington area of Philadelphia in 2023. She was found and her murder was found guilty a few weeks ago. While she got justice and her killer will be sentenced in a few weeks to 30-50yrs…. The news is breaking about the “house of horrors” in Philadelphia, many missing women ( similar to my sisters lifestyle ) and probably a serial killer situation…. I have so many mixed emotions: at least I know what happened and my sister will have justice and the murder will rot in prison…. But she very easily could have been missing or her case unsolved. My heart is broken for my family and my sister but I couldn’t imagine living in a constant state of not knowing and having the best case ( finding out what happened) being she was a victim of some monster and his son.

This happened a year ago My aunt lives with us. So some day i wanted to jerk off and it was REALLY horrible how bad i wanted to jerk off like i ran to the bathroom and forgetting to lock it and i was jerking off on the floor like crazy style like i was rolling on the ground while doing it. and then i heard the door opening and it was my aunt just looking disappointed in me and then said “you will always have a small penis and die alone if you kept that up” in my entire life i never wanted to die that fucking badly i stopped jerking off to this day because what she said. The lesson you should learn is never jerking off and moan really loud if you don’t close the door or you aren’t alone in the house.

It all started during the summer, when everyone in my family who was still in school got their report cards. When we looked at his report card, we found out that his GPA was around 1.1, and he had to repeat the same year. Instead of going to summer school or repeating the school year, he told my dad that he found something online that would help him skip a year. My dad told him something like, “Just repeat the year,” and the two of them got into an argument, but it was not physical. Eventually, my dad gave in and paid the $75 for the program. Now he is using ChatGPT for almost all of the program. Since it is online, instead of actually learning something, he doesn’t learn anything. For me, I am kind of happy that he is throwing his life away because he doesn’t listen to anyone. He says things like, “Looks are everything,” and stuff like that. I think he might have to repeat the school year again, which means he could be throwing two years away. He could end up being 17 years old in 9th grade.

So on saturday evening, him and I were in the back of his car, and I gave him a handjob. The why of it all doesn't really matter and wouldn't really fit in here. The short and sweet is he earned it. Either way, that moment could've easily been super awkward and ruined the friendship, but it turned out really precious. There was just an energy in that car, I'd say it was wholesome if that wasn't the context for it. Then I didn't see him on Sunday, but I did today, and once our friends weren't looking, he whipped out a little bouquet of flowers from his bag and told me it was for Saturday. And idk man, I just melted a little. Felt all warm and fuzzy inside. That bouquet looked rough but it was the nicest thing ever. He's so cute, he went out of his way to get that for me, for *that*. I don't even feel like I did that much. Who gives a girl flowers after a handjob? He's the best. Now imagine *two* handjobs..

I have to start off the story by saying I was 19 when this happened, I’m 28 now but it’s one of those things that I’ve never told anyone ever and I want to get some opinions, but anyways one day I was on tinder swiping when I matched with someone, she was older than me o believe she was 32 if I remember correctly but we were hitting it off right from the get go. She mentioned that she was in an open relationship but I just kind of brushed it off and never thought about again but after about 2 days of talking she invited me over, we had pretty much already predetermined that we were gonna have sex so when I got there we sat down in the living room turned on Netflix and pretty much started getting intimate immediately… about 10 mins in she started giving me head, then the bedroom door swung open and out comes her fiancé I stood up in shock but she told me to sit back down and he’s okay with it… he didn’t say anything just went into the kitchen and poured a cup of water while she continued to give me head, he then sat on the couch right across from us and just started watching… we started having sex right in front of him he didn’t say a word just watched and when we were finished I came in her mouth and he came over and started tongue kissing her that was my queue to get tf outta there. She texted me again that night saying she wanted to do that again but I blocked her number.