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Wow just getting all that off my chest is such a relief!!! 😮‍💨 Thank you for reading for those of you who read through without judgement. I appreciate the space to communicate to other humans and just be human.

Now, 28, single for a long period of time in comparison to my past, the fantasies I am having are beyond my wildest dreams. My biggest one right now is sloppy seconds. Are you kidding me?? For my man (my future husband) to LOVE getting sloppy seconds from me. Omg. Even just typing it is 🥰. Another one, I'm learning is common, a gang gang. So se*y. Like a damn TRAIN ran. Mmmmm. So fun. Wow. But all with me in control and it's all very gentle.

I’m a single woman just discovering my sexuality. I've been in partnership for the last decade with 2 separate people. (5.5 years and 4 years) and single for less than 3 months at a time. I have now been single for 15 months and am absolutely loving it. I have been diving deep into my se*uality and desires and fantasies. It's been really fun to explore and discover what turns me on.

@Nurapost Until you find out you have to do double the work, when she keeps telling you “i don’t know” or “I’m not hungry”

@Pengmuse She will decide for us.

I need to get married, I'm tired of struggling to decide what to eat every morning.

@nickimoraa This hit different. Your friend is a whole warrior. Mad respect to her for choosing her baby and pushing through all that fear.

My friend got pregnant at 18. The father disappeared before she was even twelve weeks along. One day he was talking about baby names and future plans. The next day he blocked her number. Just like that. Her parents were furious. Not because she was pregnant. Because she was pregnant and alone. They begged her to think about all her options. She listened quietly. Then she said she wanted to keep the baby. Nobody argued after that. The following months were hard. While her friends were posting photos from parties and vacations, she was attending prenatal appointments and working extra shifts. She cried a lot. Not because she didn't want the baby. Because she was terrified. Terrified she wouldn't be enough. Terrified she would fail. Terrified that everyone who said she had ruined her life might be right. The day she went into labor, she called me at three in the morning. She was panicking. I rushed to the hospital. After nearly twenty hours of labor, the nurse finally placed her daughter in her arms. I expected relief. Instead my friend just stared at the baby. Completely silent. The nurse asked if she was okay. My friend nodded.

@Obi_of_kwale This one got me. The watch wasn’t broken at all, it was just waiting for the right person to understand what it was really saying. Beautiful story.

My grandfather left me a broken pocket watch. Everyone else got rich. At least that's what it looked like. The day the will was read, my cousins practically hit the lottery. One inherited a beach house. Another got a portfolio worth millions. Even my younger cousin, who hadn't visited Grandpa in years, received a substantial cash inheritance. Then the lawyer handed me a small velvet box. Inside was a broken silver pocket watch. It didn't work. It wasn't particularly valuable. And it certainly wasn't worth millions. I smiled politely, but inside I was devastated.

@Loveth06872383 Bro what were the three words?? You can’t just drop that and dip 😭

For seven years, an old woman at the end of my street paid me every month to ring her doorbell. That's it. No errands. No cleaning. No deliveries. Just ring the bell once on the first day of every month at exactly 7 a.m. She paid me $1,000 each time. The easiest money I had ever made.

@honyediekeson They both want it, they just playing

Gone with the Wind (1939).🍿📽️ Scarlett passionately declares her love to Ashley Wilkes and begs him to marry her instead of his cousin Melanie. Ashley gently rejects her, explaining they are too different

Celebrate the praise. Prepare for the criticism. Both are part of the journey. The ones who last aren't surprised by either. Never give up

I once had a job at a company where the official working hours were 9am to 6pm. I regularly arrived fifteen to twenty minutes early and I usually don't have problems to stay longer to finish some pending works. Until one day, when I got up,told my my manager to permit me to

One time my ex-husband invited me to his parents’ house for a family dinner. His mom (Ex MIL) had spent all afternoon cooking, and everyone was excited about the meal. The problem? Every single dish had seafood in it, and I’m allergic. The pasta had shrimp, the rice had crab mixed in, even the salad had little bits of seafood sprinkled on top. My ex looked at the table, looked at me, and casually said, “Oh wow, I completely forgot about your allergy.” Then he filled his plate and sat down to eat. I just sat there sipping water while everyone else enjoyed dinner. Nobody offered to order something else, make a quick sandwich, or even ask if I was okay. I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. I figured people shouldn’t have to miss a meal just because I couldn’t eat it. A few days later I was telling my sister and one of my cousins about it. My sister immediately stopped me and said, “Wait… your husband knew you couldn’t eat anything there and still sat down and ate?” I shrugged and said, “Well, I mean, what was he supposed to do? Starve?” My cousin looked at me like I had lost my mind and said………

I've been married for six years and six weeks ago we welcomed our second baby. I was exhausted, barely sleeping and trying to manage a newborn and a toddler, so when my mother-in-law offered to stay for three weeks and help, I agreed. At first I was grateful. Then she slowly stopped helping and started taking over. She reorganized my kitchen because my system "didn't make sense." She changed my toddler's bedtime routine because she thought schedules were too strict. Every parenting choice I made seemed to come with a smile and a comment. "Oh, you still do sleep training?" "Oh, you're not rocking the baby to sleep?" "I guess that's how young mothers do things now." Nothing was openly rude, which somehow made it worse. If I got upset, I looked sensitive. So I stayed quiet. But after a while I felt like a guest in my own home. Nothing was where I left it. Decisions about my children were being made without me. I was recovering from childbirth and somehow felt invisible inside my own house. The breaking point came during a family dinner with my husband's siblings.

After my stepfather passed away, my mother asked me to sell his house. It was a beautiful home, but it needed some work. The house was just a block from the beach in the San Diego area, so it was very valuable. I knew developers would want to buy it, likely to tear it down and