Obvious throw away account Uh... I met this person online. She was a sex worker. We spent 3 days together and she didn't charge me a dollar. We actually had a very good time. We went out to eat. Went shopping. Had breakfast lunch and dinner every day. It was almost like the full girlfriend experience but I did not ask for that. It just happened. She even bought me a gift and paid for our room in the hotel for 3 days. We went to a salon and got our hair cut. We did tons of shit together. We went clothes shopping and went out for lunch and it was pretty normal for such an abnormal situation. Again, I did not pay for this or ask for this. I was traveling for work and looking for drugs lol. I made it explicitly clear I did not want a "date" 3 years has passed and we haven't spoke. I never called her again. She never called me. And now all the sudden she's reaching out to me on a new phone number I have that I didn't give to anyone? What the hell? How am I supposed to take this? She actively searched me out. I mean we did seem to have some kind of connection I guess? We had fun and all that but God damn I'm a little spooked out here. Edit: my phone number is public with my name so it's not like I'm being stalked... Right?

My daughter had her last birthday party at the house before she moves on to better things in the real world. She had all her friends over, mostly those that she grew up with in the neighborhood. So pretty much I've seen them since they were about 10 now all grown up. I did my duty, I just wanted to relax and let her enjoy her moment. One of her friends, kept calling me by my name instead of the old "Mr. Z" I thought nothing of it, whatever, but consistently coming to me, smiling, telling me about her job, dating drama, hugging me, and being a bit too little touchy. After the small party, she came up to me and told me if I was feeling lonely she wasn't going to leave town if I ever needed any help with chores or anything. Thats never gonna happen lol. Still kids in my eyes lol.

My best friend, Dave, passed away from cancer six years ago. His biggest fear on his deathbed was that his twelve-year-old son, Leo, wouldn't be able to afford college. Dave worked three blue-collar jobs and his wife had passed years before. They literally had zero savings. I promised Dave I would take care of it, but I knew Leo was way too proud to accept direct charity from me. He is just like his dad. So, last year I worked with a local community foundation to set up a fake, private memorial scholarship. I funded the entire thing myself with $80,000. I made the application process look incredibly official and competetive. Leo applied and last week he received his acceptance letter stating he "won" the award. He called me crying tears of joy, telling me that his late night study sessions finally paid off. i had to choke back my own tears while pretending to be completely shocked. He genuinely believes his own academic merit earned him this free ride. I am confessing this here because I can never tell another soul. If he ever finds out it was just me handing him a check, it would completely shatter his confidence and make him feel like a charity case. I want him to go to university believing he earned every single bit of it. It is the hardest secret I have ever had to keep.

Original post link: https://www.reddit.com/r/confessions/s/x4zQHTX1LQ It’s over guys. I didn’t want to write here again as the comment sections under my previous posts were full of insults, mockery and accusations. But thankfully at the same time, a lot of people were really kind, some shared their own stories, some tried to help, some just told me that if you ever need to talk with someone "I am here" and even now I still get DMs from strangers checking in. For everyone who supported me and wrote a lot of good wishes - thank you guys, I really appreciate it, can't describe how much. This will probably be the last time I post about this. Also, this subreddit deleted both of my previous updates, so a lot of you never saw what happened after the original post. Let me summarize it for you in two words: After the first talk (where I told her that we are cancelling open marriage) my wife got aggressive, tried to connect me with her friend, when I rejected her friend she left to stay at her parents’ for the weekend. When she came back home, nothing was changed, I tried to talk, but she treated me like garbage. Something in me finally broke that moment and I told her to pack her things and get out as I want a divorce. She broke down but I still told her to leave and she left. Haven't seen her since then. After that night I spent three days alone in the house, she kept calling and messaging but I ignored her. I contacted a lawyer and told him to start the divorce process. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done as she is the only woman I’ve ever truly loved and I still love her. I know a lot of people will call me weak or stupid for still feeling this way, but I don’t care anymore. Loving someone deeply isn’t a crime, even when they hurt you. I love her and can't change that, that's bad I know, but this isn't changing. My lawyer reached out to her, she called me after that, cried and begged the entire conversation. I can’t even count how many times I almost said fuck it, let’s try again, but I didn’t. Right now we are in the middle of the process, she finally accepted it. The house belongs to my parents, so she’s not asking for anything. Her only request was that we keep the real reason private and we agreed the official reason will be not getting along. Some of our friends found out about the divorce and were completely shocked. A few of them tried to talk us out of it, but the decision was made. Bureaucracy here is slow, so the official divorce will take another 2-3 months. She left her job and moved back to her parents in another town and now is looking for a job there. From what I can tell, she cut contact with the colleague, otherwise she would've stayed. Idk honestly, haven't seen her since that night, we just talk on the phone for some procedural things. I left the house for an entire day when she came to collect her stuff, didn't want to see her (not because I hated her, but cause I would change my mind after seeing her crying). It's hard as just three or four months ago we were still a happy couple, now this is what’s left... I don’t hate her, I just can’t be with her anymore, unfortunately... The moral of this story, if there is one: Don’t open a marriage if you’re not both truly ready. And if you’re only doing it because you’re scared of losing the other person, you’re already losing yourself. Some doors, once opened, can’t be closed the same way again. Take care of yourselves guys.

it’s been a year since it happened, a year and a few months actually. i act all buddy buddy with my dad but i secretly still detest him for what happened. he asks if everything is good between us. i lie and say yes, nothing is wrong. and then i curse him out in my head. it’s kind of flip flop though. he can be really mean sometimes, and he doesn’t really apologize, he just pretends it never happens. last year when i was 17, right before graduating high school, i was running and i fell super hard. i didn’t know it yet, but i had broken my ankle in 3 places. i didn’t feel much from the adrenaline at first, and my dad forced me to school, but as the day went on the pain was horrible. i went to the nurse and basically cried on the phone begging for my dad to pick me up until he caved in. i remember i struggled to get to the car and i asked to go urgent care and he told me it wasn’t that bad and that we can just put ice on it when we get home. when we got home, i was in excruciating pain, but i was afraid of mentioning it in fear of upsetting my dad more. so i laid there on the couch for hours almost wanting to die. it was my first ever broken bone, but throughout my life my dad had repeated that “if i broke a bone, i’d know it” so i kept convincing myself it was just twisted. but later i was begging him to take me to the doctor and he kept insisting i was fine. the next few days were almost torture. i could barely move, and he didn’t help me at all. i have this one specific memory of trying to walk on my broken ankle to the bathroom, and it took me 15 minutes for a 20 foot walk. and he only yelled at me because i was blocking his way in front of the tv. i collapsed on the bathroom floor and i was too embarrassed to call for help, so i laid there for 2 hours until i managed to drag myself up. for those 2 hours, i had thoughts that i struggle to describe. they were almost a visceral hatred and self deprecation like nothing i had ever felt before. and when i got out, he didn’t ask if i was okay. 4 days after the break, i beg my mom to come take me to the doctor and she finally gives in. they do an x ray and the doctor genuinely gasps upon seeing my ankle. it was the color of barney. she ordered an immediate x ray and i had fractured my ankle in 3 different places. i don’t remember the exact names but my ankle had literally been broken into 3 different pieces. i needed surgery. i wore a boot to prom and graduation. it didn’t heal right and i still have a little bit of a limp. the most i got from him was a ‘Sorry’ text. now when we interact i always have that in the back of my mind and i don’t think it’s ever going away. i’ll be 19 soon and i still have that image of 17 year old me stuck on the bathroom floor just wanting to give up completely. we laugh but i still think about the color of my ankle. i have never told anyone about the 2 hours i spent on the floor. he was already shit and abused the shit out of me and my mom but this was the tipping point for me.

​ So. I was sexting with this guy, we started taking about kinks and stuff. Ended up telling me that porn can't get him horny. If it's a sex video he gets jealous of the guys and if it's a girl touching herself it doesn't turns him on, because only the idea of PIV is what turn him on. Hardly videos using dildos work. Then I came out with a solution "why don't you make your own videos?". He jokingly said that if I could help him. I said "sure, no problem" And that's how my visits to his house stated. At first it was just his phone on his nightstand, recording in selfy mode He sent me videos masturbating to our videos together. It really worked! My visits to his house kept happening, on my next visits he bought a camara, a tripod, even a set of lightning. It ended up looking really professional. I was really like a filming set. I think he uploaded the videos he was most proud of somewhere, he told me (idk, never bothered to search them)

I dropped out of college during my sophomore year due to some severe family issues. I was broke, desperate and couldn't even get an interview for a basic office job because every single listing required a Bachelor's degree. Out of sheer desperation, I decided to put a fake university on my resume. I claimed I graduated with a degree in business administration. I got hired at a mid-sized logistics firm. They never actually ran a background check or asked for my transcript, which was a lucky miracle. I worked my ass off. I learned everything on the fly, put in sixty-hour weeks, and genuinely became one of the top performers in my department. Within three years, I got promoted to senior analyst. Last year, I was promoted again to department manager. The corporate managment thinks I'm some kind of business prodigy. The irony is absolutely killing me. I am now in charge of hiring, and I literally look at resumes with my fake university on them and reject people for lacking the exact same qualificasion I don't actually have. I even manage three people who have grad degrees from prestigious schools. I live in constant, paralyzing fear that someone will eventually audit my HR records and find out. I want to tell my wife but I'm too ashamed. honestly, I feel like a total fraud every single day.

M24, been straight all my life. I never thought I could ever find a man attractive because, you know, girls are beautiful and gorgeous, so why would I like a man? But then I moved and changed churches. I am or was heavily Catholic bdw When I changed churches, I met a priest. He is probably in his 40s. He has this beautiful grayish hair, blue eyes, a sharp chin, and he is always shaven. And he wears this fucking hot black robe that is tight around his waist, with a huge ass and thick thighs. Like, he genuinely has one of the sexiest physiques I have ever seen. I tried to ignore these thoughts, but then I started talking to him after Mass, and we eventually became friends. And then I realized that I actually have feelings for this man, and I want him so badly. I even want to top him, which is something I never imagined myself saying about another man, but he is just gorgeous. He loves animals, he is into the same things I am, and we both love Swedish meatballs, which is a crazy coincidence. He is also interested in Ancient Greece. He is really funny, smart, and genuinely interesting. And the fact that he is a priest and I cannot do anything about it makes me want him even more. I would never actually say any of this to him or do anything inappropriate. I respect him, his boundaries, the church, and his faith. These are just feelings I have inside my own head, and I cannot control them. But seriously, I need help. I do not know what to do with this.

Almost three years ago I was travelling solo through Asia. 3 months long I’ve been exploring different counties and meeting new people. In Japan I met this girl from Sweden, she was nice and sweet and we really connected. For me not romantically but as friends. Because travelling is expensive we decided to share hotel rooms because our travel plan matched well. In the first evenings I gave her room and left often outside when she prepared to sleep. On the third night we went out drinking with a lot of other tourist. We came back drunk around 3 am and I wanted to sleep quickly. During preparing to sleep I saw that she has a penis, she told me she’s trans and that she likes me a lot. I told her I’m cool with her being trans but that I’m not interested in anything. She started to come closer to me and touching me inappropriately. I forced her of me and told i don’t want to do anything. She got mad and yelled at me that its no different that any other girl. Then she tried to touch me again in which i threw her of me and in a drunken rage said a lot of transphobic shit at her. I grapes my stuff and left the hotel. I’ve spend the night on the street and came back in the morning. She was gone and also all her stuff. I blocked all contact details I had of her and went to a different hotel. I found my peace with it and continued my trip without any problems. Last year I got a text from a Swedish number. The person texting me introduced herself as the girls sisters. Apparently not long after that time she ended her life when she came back to Sweden. In her note she mentioned me only as ‘the Dutch guy’. Her sister spend a couple months trying to figure out who I was. Through an other travel we met she managed to figure out the hotel we stayed in. The hotel was booked under my name and by lying they gave her my number. She told me that in the note I was mentioned as the guy that ruined her. She didn’t blame me as the reason she did it and also apologised in the letter, but she stated that our interaction was the last drop for her. Her sister was not angry at me but wanted to understand what happend. I told my story as detailed as I can remember it. Her family wanted me to come to Sweden so talk and to visit the grave. I told them off and what happend was not my fault or responsibility in any way. I blocked them and moved on.

I started TRT because my energy was terrible, not because I wasn't interested in sex nor was ED a problem. Started taking testosterone and the great news is that my energy is really starting to improve, I'm working out more, muscle is up and fat is down. The only downside is that I am insanely horny 24/7 and I want to fuck everything - it's worse than when I was a teen. I've always had a very wide range of women I am attracted to e.g. different ages, ethnicities, body types, but now it is *amplified*. Now I can't go to the grocery store without imaginging what it would be like to fuck half the customers.

Please please PLEASE bare with me, I’m not a detective, and neither an officer, and I might as well be a hypocondriac. Also I’m not really in the mental state to write cohesive paragraphs. Thank you in advance for your patience. I am, or, was, in a small friendgroup trio with friend X and friend Y. Now, friend X has been doing shrooms for a while, I regret not doing anything more, but I told him multiple times to stop, but drugs are taboo, we’re all young and like to experiment. I’ve always been sober, never taken anything, always hard denied, even cigarettes I never tried, friend Y did also try shrooms though. However recently, about 3 months or so ago he got his hands on DMT, after that it’s not been the same. Now I want to make it clear I did not know this until recently, and it only just clicked. Sign one. About, I want to say 3 weeks ago or so, before out finaal exams, or graduation exams I think you’d call them, I got in a call to play games with friend X. Slowly the conversation devolved into phylosophy. He said after taking DMT his eyes have opened, he said he knows how the universe works and that we’re in a constant loop of dying and repeating the same events until we break free, and that he did break free. I told him he has no way of knowing if it’s true for we cannot know, were cursed to know enough to not know enough. He said he does know, and that he is here on earth to help people break free, and this is where the first sigh appeared. He said morality is subjective and he could go kill friend Y ( yes, he name dropped friend Y ) and nothing would change because morality is human made. I chucked it up to Y being a close to pick name from a dozen. My mistake. Sign two. After that we played games again, late into the night again. I told him plainly that I do not want to have conspiratorial or philosophical discussions again and that theres beauty in a simple life, of joy and ignorance. His reply was that I am stuck in the loop and that if he was me, he’d kill himself to speed up the proccess of breaking free. Towards the end I made a joke along the lines of “dude, if were not meant to eat at night, why do fridges have a light inside them” , just dry humor, but what he said shook me. He said something like “if humans are not meant to be killed, why are they so squishy haha” . After this It was clear that I needed to distance myself from him, or at least, that’s what I thought was best. I don’t know if I regret it, I don’t know if I should regret it, not handing him to capable people, not being there enough, not telling anyone, I feel it’s too late now. But he was not stable mentally, I was scared to be there for him. Sign three, present day. We finished our final exams couple weeks ago, ever since then I’ve not heard of friend Y. He was always secretive about his future, he never talked about college plans or career plans or anything like that. Come 3 days ago and friend X is messaging me, saying he’s worried about friend Y because he’s not been online on anything in 2 months. So I decided I would reply this once, I pointed out how secretive he’s always been, and that maybe he got a job and doesn’t have time for games anymore. He said “dude I’m seriously worried what if he died or something” , alarms start blaring in my head about the worst outcome possible, again I brush it off, ‘come on man it’s never that crazy’ type of thinking. Today he called and messaged me again, I answered his message. We spoke a little about how were worried for him and what he could be up to, I start recording the messages just in case. He says maybe we should go to check on him together at his place someday. We agree that there’s something seriously wrong, and he says “well whatever he’s doing, he was a good guy, may the universe rest him, sincerely amen, there’s nothing I can do” . I ‘sarcastically’ send “dude you’re saying this like he died yesterday haha, he’s probably got important things to do post highschool” he says “in any case man, you never know” . We send a few more chats for a minute I try to keep my unserious mask on and again he drops “well, idk, it is what it is, rest his soul” , and the conversation abruptly ends. To me, in my brain, it loosely sounds like they met up, friend X did something horrible to Y, and then he started planting seeds for an alibi, things like sending him messages and calling him still, talking to me about what could have happened and so on. I checked the news reports in my home town, nothing came up about any missing people or murderers or anything of the sort, wich lifts my spirits a little since it’s very small city and grave things like this don’t go unreported often. I know fucking reddit isn’t the best place for this but I just need it off my chest and I need the internet’s opinion before I talk to someone IRL, it’s ass backwards I know. Please tell me there’s some links here, tell me I’m not crazy, help me out. And I thank you if you read all of this, I don’t know how to streamline it, I really don’t, I’m sorry.

My wife is lucky enough that she looks great without makeup and never wears it. Her two best friends who she had do her makeup for her wedding day? Literally cake their faces every day. So I feel like each of them did a coat on her. She came out looking absolutely nothing like my wife. Big angry eyebrows, done up like a clown. I had to check with my father in law to make sure this was her, didn't look like her at all. She said it was necessary for the pictures but she looks crazy in all the pictures because of it. Wouldn't want to tell her the truth but it was not a good look. Not a big deal but it's true: luckily every day since then she looks like her and we never look at the photos anyway. Edit: for those saying the wife wanted to feel beautiful - this was more a product of her friends not being professional makeup artists and getting overzealous. If she liked her look she would have done it again at some point. Never once lol

I've never really admitted this to anyone because it feels so unlike me. I've always been the "good girl." I followed the rules, got good grades, stayed out of trouble, and have always been loyal in my relationships. I've always been the responsible one. The predictable one. Lately though... it's like something in my head has changed. I keep having these random thoughts that don't feel like me at all. Not because I actually want to become a different person, but because I suddenly catch myself wondering, "What if I didn't always do the safe thing?" Today, something happened that I still can't believe I actually did. I was getting ready to leave work. If you live in the South, you know how brutally hot it gets this time of year. I was shutting everything down for the day when this random thought popped into my head. "What if I just went commando?" I've literally never done that before. I was wearing a short pink skirt, and before I could talk myself out of it, I quietly slipped off my underwear at my desk. Then I just sat there for a second thinking, "Well... if I'm already doing something I've never done before..." So I took off my bra too. I don't even know why. It wasn't for anyone else. Nobody knew. Nobody saw. It was just this weird impulse that I actually acted on. When I walked out of the office, I felt this rush I can't really explain. I had a couple of stops to make on the way home, and the whole time I couldn't stop wondering if anyone could tell. They couldn't, obviously, but my brain kept making me think they somehow knew. It wasn't even about attention. It was the fact that I had done something completely outside of who I've always believed I was. For the first time in a long time, I felt spontaneous instead of predictable. Now I'm home wondering why something so small made me feel so alive. Part of me feels ridiculous for even thinking about it this much. Another part of me can't stop smiling because I actually let myself do something that broke my own rules for once. I don't know what that says about me, but it feels good to finally admit it somewhere

I caught my husband cheating a few years ago. Naturally with a few children it took time to sort out and decide I want a divorce. He is now with a woman almost half my age. So I'm casually seeing someone, as I'm a little afraid to jump back all the way out there, and he told me it would be fun to take power of the moment. He then shared his idea and I felt like "Fuck it". So he finished inside me. I put the plug in. Dressed in lingerie under my clothes and proceeded to the signing And to be honest, it felt incredibly empowering.

I forgot my child was in the car, 24 years ago.... My daughter was less than a year old. I was supposed to drop her off at my mother in laws on my way to work that morning. My wife was putting her in the car seat while I finished getting ready. She was a great kid and didn't fuss about anything. I got half way to work when I looked in the back seat through the mirror and saw her there. My heart sank... I hated myself, I couldn't believe that I did that. I was genuinely devastated that I could have caused my child to die. It was humiliating and I never completely forgave myself. She is now 24 and finishing up her degree in dental hygiene this year.

So today was so embarrassing for me 😭 and I just kind of wanted to get it off of my chest and just I don't know if other people ever experienced this. I'm a bit younger I'm only 27 but it's really embarrassing I have some issues with incontinence and so I have to wear like an adult diaper. Not like a pull-up kind it's like an actual diaper so they can be kind of bulky sometimes. I try to hide it but sometimes they can still bulge in the back of my pants pretty bad. Anyways I was at an Island Pacific supermarket and I don't know I just noticed like the One loss prevention lady had gone down the aisles near me quite a few times. I was kind of searching around for this one drink and kind of killing some time because I was at the laundromat next door and I was waiting for my clothes. And I asked one of the workers if they have the drink and he said no And while I was asking, I just noticed she was kind of behind me and really looking down on my butt in a way and I just thought maybe I was paranoid. But later I was at a thrift store and I ended up buying some pants. I didn't even go into any fitting rooms or anything but when I went to buy them she had made sure that there was another cashier with her I don't know why I guess just for backup. But while I was paying she straight up asked me she said. What's in the back of your pants? And I was so like overwhelmed and I was like wait what? And then she asked me again she's like what's in the back of your pants? And honestly I was confused and I was embarrassed and I was overwhelmed I was like what? And said for the third time she's like the back of your pants whats in your pants? And so I just kind of like whispered to her and I was just so embarrassed and I just said look I kind of have like a problem like holding when I go to the bathroom and so I kind of have to.... And then she was like oh I'm so sorry you don't even have to say anything it's okay. It's just that it's pretty bulgy back there and we just want to make sure you weren't taking anything. And honestly I felt like I wanted to cry and I was like no I promise nothing like that at all. And she's like no it's just we have to ask just cuz you know you're here shopping in the store and it's bulging 😭 and then I kind of quickly just got out of there and went home and just cried. And I'm not going to lie like when I looked at it I mean in a way I don't blame them cuz it's like I'm younger you wouldn't expect someone my age to have to be in diapers and like the back of my diaper was definitely kind of full so it was kind of drooping a bit. So in a way I kind of get it. But also like are they overreacting or like could I have done something different? I know sometimes when I get out of like my car my shirt gets like tucked in and so the waistband shows a little bit I don't know if like maybe she saw that it was like thinking it was something I don't know. It was just so embarrassing I don't want it to happen again 😭

When I started dating my girlfriend she had mentioned to me she prefers sex two-three times per week. However, I have a really high sex drive prior to dating her I would masturbate 2 times a day. Fast forward a month into my relationship my girlfriend and I have been having sex 1-2 times per day and up to 6-7 times on the weekends (however not common). We have now been together for 7 months and the past two weeks we haven't been able to have sex everyday due to work commitments. This has causes her to get super sexually frustrated causing her to take it out on me. Primarily not letting me touch/kiss her when I see her for a short period of time due to it leading to certain activities. Our work schedules will be back to normal early August. Basically how can I keep my girlfriend from going crazy for the next couple weeks?

Okay I know this is a bit of an awkward post but I needed to just get it out My bf and I have been dating for 6 months now and talking for even longer. Over the last couple weeks we have finally taken a step further and have been sexual with each other. Things in our relationship have been really really good. We get along great, have similar interests, etc. But the size of his penis took me by surprise and has caused some complications. I’ve obviously never said anything about this to him and don’t want to body shame him, obviously this isn’t his fault and I’d like to make things work with him. I can tell he is self conscious about so i definitely don’t want to make it worse for him in any way. For some reference I would guess his size is around 3-4”. I’ve don’t have any experience when it comes to his size. For some things it’s fine but some positions can be a bit awkward or just flat out don’t work. I wanna suggest incorporating toys or something along those lines but we are still new in our relationship, especially sexually. Plus I don’t want to hurt his feelings. I’m also on the thicker side, not like fat but I have thicker thighs/butt. So I’m going to try to lose a little bit of extra weight and hopefully that’ll help a bit! I’m thinking about having a conversation with him about it but I haven’t found a good way to bring it up. I don’t want to upset him it I wanna make things work.

Throwaway account for obvious reasons. So I (25f) left my boyfriend (35m) a month ago after 6 years of being together, it might be the most freeing thing I’ve ever done. I’ve always been fat, my whole life I’ve been quite significantly obese, its kind of meant that I never really had any real romantic interests growing up, like I fully accept that I was never anyone’s crush and I definitely felt shit about that. As a teenage girl it was really hard to take but I knew it was mainly because of my size and that o was quite shy. So I met my now ex boyfriend when I was 19, it was a uni night out and he was pretty much the only guy who’d ever shown interest in me, initially I thought it was some kind of joke he must’ve been playing with his friends since, I felt, he was wayyyy out of my league. I gave him my number and didn’t think more of it. But he actually messaged me the next day, I felt like all my wishes had come true, like he was so kind and funny and genuinely hot, I struggled to believe he was genuine. We went on a few dates and I had an amazing time on all of them. We’d probably been dating about 2 months when he admitted to having a fat fetish, he told me about feederism and how he admired bigger women. I personally had never encountered it before but I didn’t see the issue as I was bigger anyway, I was naive enough to think that eating more and gaining a little weight wasn’t that big of a deal and if it made him more attracted to me it was only a good thing. So I agreed to gain some weight for him, from the age of 19 until now at 25 I’ve gained just short of 200lbs (90kg), I am close enough to 600lbs (272kg) that I am scared for my health. When I bought these concerns to my partner he told me not to worry, told me I was beautiful and my weight was just a number. Regardless of how much I expressed concern about my weight he refused to help me change and would still encourage me to eat more than I needed to. I see how stupid I was now, I also see that he was a complete piece of shit who literally cared more about how big he could make me than he cared about me. I felt so betrayed when he refused to help me lose weight. I’m living with my sister now and have explained my entire story to her, my family had made comments while I was with him but I brushed them off, told them I was happy, they didn’t push any further. But my sister is helping me to get mounjaro and we’re starting to do light exercise. I feel like i can get my life back and hopefully lose weight, I don’t even want to be skinny, just healthy. But leaving my boyfriend probably made me feel more free than I’ve ever felt before. Please feel free to ask me anything you want to, I’m more than happy to answer what I can.