Dating
The Color of the Water Bottle: What We See When We Look at Two Women Walking
The Color of the Water Bottle A street photo shows two young women. One wears shorts. The other wears black workout clothes. Each carries a water bottle. One bottle is white, the other black. The shutter clicks. Then the sorting starts.
By Jin3 days ago in Confessions
Can You Relate?(HeartBreak).
The weather is perfect; the view I'm having on top of the Eiffel Tower seems dull compared to the woman in front of me. She's the one actually breath-taking. The possibility of deeper love and romance is more vast than this view I'm looking at. "Stand up, I have to tell you something." I stand up from our dinner table, I follow her to the edge. I look her with so much hope and expectancy for deeper love. Her next words will only expose what we've been feeling for each other.
By Ariel Elizondo9 days ago in Confessions
Bastard
Bastard You hated me before you ever knew me. When I met you there was a chemistry, a tango between us and we both felt it. Only one of us mistook it for love. The first night I saw you I thought “He’s exactly my type.” You’re the exact replica of what I would typically go for. The bass of your voice shook my soul. There was an innocence you embodied.. Played shy in the beginning, then I discovered the demonic tendencies. I stayed even though I should have ran. I lingered, waiting for you to change for me.. You don’t. I was silly, delusional, and desperate for someone to love. I don’t regret any of it. Like a rose my love for you grew, but you cut my stems and left me to fend for myself. You switched up the roles and you began to be my biggest enemy. It all started when I told you I was pregnant. I was naive… Thinking that you would love me if I carried your child, but you don’t. It’s as if you started to hate me even more. When I realized you’d never love me I let go of hoping for love, but I started to grow it within myself. So thank you, bastard, for not being anything I needed. That deep voice you carry used to put me in a trance. The love spell you casted upon me is gone and now I see your true colors. You were both a curse and a blessing, but now you’re nothing to me. Quite frankly you are dead to me; I know everyone told me not to wish death upon you, so I won’t. I wish you the life you deserve.
By Nala15 days ago in Confessions
The Conversation I Didn't Know I Needed With Josh
Josh has been my workmate for a couple of years now. He’s one of those guys who quietly became a real friend at some point, and I looked back and went, "hang on a minute, he's a proper mate" well after the fact. My car died on the side of the road once in the middle of nowhere and he drove twenty miles to come and pick me up.
By Dadson Wanjohi 15 days ago in Confessions
Am I Supposed To Change The Story?
To whoever this may concern, Yes, you are right. I did speak up about those things you did to me; even when the world went against me, and took everything from me because you chose to deny responsibility for your actions, and victimise me by making me out to be a liar.
By Carol Ann Townend24 days ago in Confessions
The Price of Being Seen: My Five Years in the Findom Trap
I don't know how to start this except to just say it plainly: I'm a submissive, I'm gay, and for five years I was deep in the findom scene. The psychological high of giving a "Dom" or "Master" really just straight men control over me and my money was intoxicating. It started small. $20 here, a "tribute" there. A few guys online called themselves my Master and told me good boys pay their dues. I liked how it felt to be told what to do by someone who wanted nothing from me but obedience and cash. I was lonely, closeted at work, and it filled something.
By Mark Lim 25 days ago in Confessions
Why Your Karmic Relationship Isn't Meant to Last (and Why That's the Point)
Nearly everyone who comes to me convinced they've lost their karmic relationship is grieving the wrong thing. They're grieving the ending, but how long they fought to keep open something the ending was never actually the tragedy. The tragedy, if there is one, is usually how long they fought to keep something open somethingin how long they fought to keep something open that had already finished doing what it came to do.
By Wilson Igbasi27 days ago in Confessions
Trauma journal
It is about 11:15pm on Nov 24th 2025 I am laying in bed alone shaking.. not only because its cold but because my other half had a manic drunk episode and lashed out. Since I got home from work I've been lovey hugging him.. he held me and hugged me tight. We played around smack bums and kissed. Unusual for us on a regular basis. But he was drinking rum. RUM! It has been a god-send since beer. He was so mean on beer, but when he mixes his liquor he gets even meaner. Im starting a journal because tonight I feel is the last straw of my sanity. Ive been lovey and cuddly and close, but I gave him space because he wanted to race his game on the ps5. I went downstairs to crochet the blanket I've been trying to make the last year and a half. I kept going upstairs periodically to see him and give him smooches. He came downstairs about 930 asking to hold him and cuddle him. So I asked if he wanted to go to bed. Usually thats the sign he wants to be intimate and cuddle. But we got into bed. Both our boys(cats) jumped on the bed for cuddles too. I tried giving my Man cuddles but he wasnt coherent... was basically sleeping the moment he hit the pillow, but was Able to mumble something that hurt my feeling so I turned over and got upset. He kinda woke up a bit and wanted cuddles so I came over happy he finally wanted to cuddle. Even though i was upset with him, i gave in anyways because i love with my whole heart. He kept getting antsy or irritated.. maybe uncomfortable and muttered something like he was being smothered. When I was just next to him cuddling like we always do, as its what he wanted .. He started aggressively moving us around the bed rocking back and forth. Maybe his way to get comfy... but I made a comment of "dont squish the cat". Smokey was beside me, curled up and purring. The movement not only frightened him but we could have rolled on top of him and hurt him. I just made the comment out of concern to not hurt our animal. This Man, freaked out, going off about how I care more about the animals than him and this family. As I try to say anything he cuts me off like normal and wont let me speak. Like my voice isnt valid. All I was trying to say to him was, I was trying to cuddle you, sorry I didn't want to hurt the cat. But I wanted to cuddle and get comfortable. Explaining to him how I've been with him all day and needing his attention. He goes upstairs to smoke and comes back downstairs, to not only yell at me but throw his heavy pillow at me. Telling me how im a bad person and I put animals before the kids, and that I made his daughter cry the other day (lie). The other morning I was running late... I got the animals fed and his youngest daughter, got out of bed, as I was making her school lunch and my work lunch she asked me to make her breakfast, which I said sorry girl I don't have time im packing lunches quickly and I gotta run out the door I got 7 minutes. She replied "oh OK", walks down the stairs and asks dad, which he proceeded to yell at me for not turning on the kettle for oatmeal. She never told me what she wanted for breakfast and I was trying to rush doing 2 things at once already. When he walked up the stairs i was at the brown cabinet grabbing snacks for hers and my lunches.. but Nov 24th argument was, that i was too busy feeding the cats to make his daughter breakfast.. therefor animals are more important than the kids and I made her cry. I was right next to her when she yelled down the stairs to ask dad. Not once was there a cry... she was fine asking him because I was busy. To this Man everything is a big deal! So i have to risk being late for work ... I dont have the luxury of getting picked up by coworkers or cabbing. I rely on city transit. Buses don't wait for anyone. It was not rude of me to tell her sorry im trying to make your lunch and mine and I'm rushing to finish to go to work. Thats a boundary is it not? Understanding someone is busy and to politely ask someone else. And know they didn't say no to hurt your feelings.. only that they where preoccupied with other things. These kids dont know boundaries, they dont know stability, or disipline, or real love. I give them food to eat, I take time to listen to their drama, I play full on Mama Bear to these kids. I do their laundry, folded and tell them to put away. All I ask is for them to help with chores to take a load off of their dad and I because we work and don't want to come home to a messy house with lazy kids. Tasks I asign usually are, dishes, Cat litter, sweep/mop, clean upstairs bathroom. Keep rooms clean.. But we have a 13 year old who thinks she runs the house. Shes so rude, disrespectful, inconsiderate and very judgy. But this Man doesn't see anything wrong with her behavior. Basically laughs about it and blames others for her behavior. These kids cannot take accountability for their actions, his son is different he has common sense.. the youngest girl is learning and the way I am teaching her, shes becoming a very loving helpful and considerate child..she has her moments of annoyance when we want quiet time or when she's over tired. But she tells me daily she loves me and sure I ask her to do some tasks too... like taking your laundry to your room and putting it away. To cleaning up the dirty laundry on the floor in her room, to doing recycling. I taught her what goes where and to sort properly for the blue bins. Shes starting to help me with dishes now and she likes starting the dishwasher. Im not a bad person. Yet the 13 year old makes me out to be the evil step mother. And her dad just believes her and goes along with it when hes drinking. She only ever comes out of her room when hes drunk and they can have a drunk heart to heart because when he drinks depending on his mood im the villian. He can never understand what I am going through with his behavior, his actions ... they have consequences... and its his gf being emotional and mentally hurt, struggling and drained. That is the consequence. The hurt and pain he is causing my mental health to plummet, can really damage a person. People also need to realize abuse isnt always physical..its emotional and mental. He is so narcissistic that he gets angry at a situation and then blames someone else who wasnt part of the initial anger.. of minor things that may annoy him or just start a fight. Real examples would be, making the youngest cry(lie), caring more about the cats than kids (lie), he twists words around from a situation that happened, but he makes up new stories or new parts of the situation... that never actually happened... He fabricates the truth. He belittles the one person he knows he cannot lose. He persists that he is king, and his gf who should be queen.. is a lousy servant girl, only to serve his children in childcare, and to please him when he sees fit. I am tired, mentally exhausted, physically drained. My muscles hurt, im shaking like im freezing, my head is loopy from the brain fog that this situation has given me. Yet no matter what I feel, im in the wrong... is this, RIGHT? Hes right im wrong! Hes big, im small!.. Thats full on aggressive narcissism, if im not totally mistaken Hes basically betraying my trust in him as a partner, he told me he would always take care of me, he tells me its us against the world. We are in this forever. How could someone who says they love you hurt you the way he has hurt me.... The verbal abuse, it is mentally exhausting. The degrading, the mocking, the name calling, the constant need to be right and make everyone the villian... This relationship is toxic... and it only gets like this when he gets so stressed out he drinks himself fucking stupid. I really should have continued my journal I had before I met him. Only then he would be able to read how horrible of a person he is to me.
By Danniabout a month ago in Confessions
Entry #4 or The Holden Caulfield Experience
I've lived in the same city for the past 27 years. At 23, I met it again. And then again at 26. If you are like me, you exhaustively memorize the faces of the people who cross the roads of your street every day. You know who will be at the metro station at any given time. You remember who drinks their morning coffee at the corner kiosk at 10 am every day. Graffiti tag artists are local celebrities for you. You notice the new outdoor ad decorating the side of the road every time it changes. You remember all the holes in the pavement. You ultimately feel stuck in the routine your city lives out every day. And if you are like me, I've got the solution for you.
By Danielle Silvaabout a month ago in Confessions
The High-Altitude Trap
My wife and I have a pretty noticeable height difference. I'm a whole foot and a half taller than her, which you'd think would just be a normal part of life. But in reality, it shows up in some pretty mundane ways, like when I reach the top shelf for pantry stuff, grab her coat from the closet, or change a lightbulb without yanking out the step stool. All pretty standard taller-spouse chores. Although it wasn't until pretty early on in our marriage that I started to catch on to a little bonus that came with being the taller partner.
By Dadson Wanjohi about a month ago in Confessions
