I hate being a mom

I HATE being a mom. I never sleep anymore. I don’t go out or read or watch television without distraction. When I do, I have to take her with me and lug around a million things. And I’ll have to sell the car of my dreams because I can’t fit everything. I used to fit into clothes, and now I stare at the closet full of clothes I can’t wear. I used to weigh 132 lbs. Now, I can’t even look at the scale without wanting to break it, even though I eat like a bird, and who has time to exercise when she doesn’t sleep longer than 20 frickin’ minutes at a clip?!? And sex is nonexistent because it hurts. Like knife through the vagina hurt. My life is over. And my husband? He still goes to work, goes to the gym, and is generally free. So I hate him, too.

Alone

This really isn’t that big of a secret. I want to fly to the opposite side of the country to meet a guy that might be interested in me, just so I can have feel the touch of another human being again. I don’t care if he is a psychopathic killer. At least he will touch me

Sex with a boy

I’m 22 years old, and have easily slept with over 40 women. I LOVE women. But one thing nobody knows is that when I was 12 (and still a virgin), I slept with another boy of equal age. We just wanted to find out what a sexual release felt like.

The thought of having any sexual relationships with another man now, makes me want to vomit. The thought of this shit drives me nuts all the time.

I don’t deserve her.

I got married at the ripe age of 21. Recently had our 4th wedding anniversary and birth of our first child. I love my wife to death, only I feel that I rushed into a permanent relationship too soon. I find myself becoming heavily attracted to women around my age and wishing that I wasn’t married so I could have a few “not so serious” relationships with some of them. (I have only had 1 other g/f before getting married. My wife is a wonderful person and we compliment each other very well, i just wish she was the last attractive female I met.

Cat

I’ve come to realize that my cat is the most important thing in the world to me right now. I love her more than any family member or friend. She’s more affectionate towards me than anyone else I know. She meows back when I talk to her, waits outside the bathroom door for me while I’m in the shower, and sleeps next to me everynight. All my friends think that I’m going to be a crazy cat lady when I grow up, all I know is that I will be heartbroken when my cat dies. Anyways, thanks for being there for me, little feline friend!

Cheating on my husband.

I’m a black woman, and I’ve been cheating on my husband with a white coworker for the last 9 months. I feel guilty about it, but I can’t stop.

It’s not something I planned to happen. It just did. I just started kissing him one day, and wound up going down on him. I promised myself nothing like that would ever happen again, but the next time, we had sex in his office. Now, we get together about twice a week, going to a motel during our lunch break. Each time, I swear that it will be the last time, but it never is.

I know my husband doesn’t deserve to be betrayed like this, but I can’t help it. My husband is a great man, but I don’t really love him. I married him to make my parents happy, because I am a black woman who’s expected to marry a black man, and who’s father would never accept her involvement with a white man.

But, my coworker, he reminds me of a white boyfriend I had in college who I was very much in love with. A relationship I ended because of my family.

The affair fulfills me. It’s satisfying in a way my marriage is not. That’s not my husband’s fault. It’s mine.

I’m tied up in knots. I want to come clean to my husband about the entire thing, but I can’t. I have a child to worry about as well, which makes it harder to tell my husband and probably destroy my marriage.

I don’t want to end the affair either, even though I know I should. I enjoy being with him.

10 years apart

I have a friend who is 10 years younger than me. We live in different cities so we used to chat heaps online…4 hours every night – telling each other things we’ve never told anyone before. Over time I’ve discovered what I feel for him is a lot more than friendship. The trouble is he’s 24 and I’m 34+. He went quiet about a month ago and I told him how it upset me but not how I felt. He says that he’s not hiding anything but it was really abrupt.When i question him he just says I over analyse things.

I decided to try and move on and wouldn’t you know it…now he texts me quite a bit but usually takes 24 hours to reply…even when he has just texted me! His behaviour makes me think either he feels the same way about me but the age thing freaks him or he is embarrassed about me knowing his secrets and tried to drive me away but really needs me. I am in two minds about telling him how i feel cos it may cost me my best friend.

Uh Oh

I cheated on my boyfriend with my cousins girlfriend.

I’m Screwing my Step-brother

My mom and dad got divorced when I was three and she quickly remarried a few years later. My step-dad has a son and we’ve been raised as brother and sister for over a decade. We’ve been secretly dating for two years, ever since I was 16 and he was 25. We’ve had sex in every room in the house including our parents’ bed. I feel guilty because I know my mom will never support this, but we love each other and I couldn’t care less what our parents think.

Interracial Lesbian Relationships

I am a black female interested in white females. But whenever I do a search for interracial lesbian(s) relationships on the internet (forums or editorials or even pictures) why does 99% of the search results found reference interracial lesbian porn? Don’t get me wrong, lesbian sex is great, but it’s not the only thing black women are interested in. At least not this one. And no offense to the white women (I love them and are so very attracted to them), but why is it the white women that are interested in black women are white ghetto women. I don’t mean hood rats or scummy white women. I mean the kind of white women that don’t care about furthering their education. The kind of white woman that has a job rather than a career. The kind of white women that use “black” slang ALL OF THE TIME. Just because I’m black, it doesn’t mean you should feel the need to act anyway other than yourself. I love intelligent white women. Professional white women. Athletic white women. Academic white women. White women that can spell correctly. White women that can support themselves. I can support myself, you should be able to as well. I don’t like white women that the minute they hook up with a black woman, they want to immediately go down on them. What does that say about you? To me, that says that you don’t care enough about your health or yourself to get to truly know someone past the physical sense. You need to work yourself up to the sex. Then the sex will be amazing. I sure won’t put my mouth on someone that I just met. I don’t want to be with a white woman just to say that I’ve been with one (I’ve actually been with a few). But it seems like alot of white women want to be with black women just to say that they have. There are alot of women from other races that do the same thing. But I’ve personally noticed it with white women.

Fallout from the Boss and his Ego

My boss is gorgeous,semi-famous, articulate and charismatic, and he knows it. We work closely together in a highly specialized field, and after a year he started to confide in me about his two decades of cheating on his wife and his twisted sexual preferences including groups, fun with body fluids, etc. I am in agony over this because I am happily married, and I know his wife, she is beautiful, fun and educated! Lately he has told me he is now in love with someone else, and has had many close calls with “almost being caught by his wife”. He laughs about it! Why would he risk telling me this…I never asked!! I cannot believe I am accessory to his secrets, part of me wants to tell his wife and see his multimillion dollar ass fall, the other part of me feels pity for the poor fool who gave me the best job I’ve had in years (we have a mutual attraction but have never had a sexual relationship)and work brilliantly together. A new job search could take me months, any suggestions for the interim on shutting him down without angering him to the point of firing me? I have a wonderful family to support! His talk is making me physically sick!!