Secret Confessions

I have this relationship with this girl I swear was obsessed with me. She says she loves me all the time, we plan futures together, talk about children and everything. But why do I always catch her chatting with guys about really nasty stuff (webcams). Is she just leading me on? I have no idea what to do. I’m just waiting for her to cheat on me. As a very jealous man I have no idea what I would do if I was to find her with her little rendezvous.

Am I wrong? Is it time to quit?

i have a boyfriend but i had sex with a girl on my bithday. We were at a party and i was drunk and she took me upstairs and kissed me and we had sex. i dont know if im gay but i kind of liked it.

I feel so lonely sometimes, I try to think back to past times, when things were simple. I wish I didn’t drink, yet its what keeps me going, so to speak…

I am a deeply complicated girl. And I secretly blame it on everyone else (parents, unrequited crushes, etc). I just have the feeling having a perfect relationship would help me.. But when I did have one, I just snapped and snapped ’til it broke down.
My biggest fear is this: I’ll never love and be loved in return. Yet love would never leave me content - I know it. Lose/lose situation.
I dunno. I really dunno. Just babblin’ here.

Okay, the other night I had a neighborhood party in my driveway. I got way too drunk. I’ve never been that drunk. Problem is I’m not sure if I kissed my neighbor or not (we are both married). I vaguely remember his tongue in my mouth and saying “we can’t get caught” but I’m not sure if I was dreaming or not. It’s driving my crazy and I obviously can’t talk about it with anyone.

My wife is 9 months pregnant. A blessing indeed.
About 4 months ago I had a one night affair with a women that my wife and I are friends with. This women and myself have very good chemistry and great sexual chemistry. Both of those things are lacking with my wife and I. It pains me to say it but I don’t think I have ever been in love with my wife. Our sex life is not very good and we argue alot. She acknowledges our marital problems but isn’t that motivated to improve them.
I am happy about being a father but am not sure about being married to this women. I did the marriage counseling and read several books, boh of which helped briefly. This other women and I are keeping our hands off each other at this point, but both of us no we are going to be together at some point again. She is also married.
I feel tremendous guilt. I wonder why I got married in the first place. My wife and I were distant lovers and friends for many years but we never had that passion that people that are deeply in love have. Unfair I am and I know this. It bothers me so much. I found this site and am posting for the first time. I wish I felt different, especially at this juncture with the child arriving. I have been supportive of my wife but if she knew that I was with this other women she would be gone. The confusion in my mind is off the charts. It feels good to write this! I want to feel love and don’t right now. Perhaps I don’t know what love is? I read somewhere that love is not a feeling but an action. The crazy thing about all of this is she is carrying our child and I don’t feel as close to her as I probably should.

I’m so paranoid of people looking down on me, and if I sense that they’re thinking that they are better than me I just hate them and try to avoid them.
My husband isn’t one of these people, he’s so honest and emotional. The way he can describe his love and care for me is overwhelming, I simple repel when he’s emotionally intimate with me. I think it hurt him a lot, and I feel bad about it, but sometimes it’s easier to not care at all. I haven’t been saying any romantic words to him for ages because it all feels incredibly uncomfortable and fake. I know I should also show him that I need him but I can’t stand that either. I don’t think I can be emotionally demonstrative and intimate with any man, not just my husband. I think I don’t trust men. Please help.

I desperately missed you suddenly, after so many years, tried to find you and thought I failed. After long months of thinking you were happy and married and had too much of a life to be bothered with me, you get in touch. I could have been knocked over with a feather. Another month passes and I finally get to speak with you, my muse, and it is beyond great.
Do you know the last time I have talked to someone all night long? I told you the truth, I wasn’t single, but I also was on my way out. I laughed and flirted and it was incredible. I go to work exhausted but happier than I have been in a long time. Then you ignore me. And ignore me. And ignore me. Did I miss something? So I write you and ask if you want to talk again later in the week. You get wierd and say very cryptic things. I’m not really hurt just confused. I tell you that I am confused and just needed some support at a rough time and you “drunk mail” me.
Now no news. What did I do? I didn’t leave him for you, quite frankly it has been long enough that I feasibly don’t know who you are anymore. I was miserable and we were not married. I hate that I cannot get you out of me for a moment. I hate that we are so far apart, making it impossible to simply corner you and find out what the hell is going on. I don’t give two if you have someone, despite your avowal that you did not, as long as you are happy! What is wrong?How can I fix this besides giving you space like I have been? It has been weeks now and I don’t know what I did.

some times i wonder if i like girls. i often get turned on by watch lesbian porn or by watching a picture of an exploited female. dont get me wrong i like guys alot, i’m 16 and i’ve already had 6 real boyfriends, and i have kissed dem cuddle with them, everything except lost my virginity with a guy. but i sometimes feel like i would want to do thing with girls like i’ve done with guys. i dont want to be a lesbian because i’m afraid of what others might say or how my family wound react to it. i dont really kno if this is just a stage i’m going through, where i want to experiment or what but at times i ‘crave’ making out with girls touching them and being with girls. but i still very much likedoing stuff with my guys….

I loved for the first time in my life and the girl cheated on me… I gave her everything, everything I can but still she hid things from he… I wish she died.

I hate my dad. He married three times… Divorced the third one and is still married to my mother and my step mother. I really hate him for kicking me and my mom out, but I love him a lot because he never kicked us out of his life.

I hate God… Everything always tends to go wrong with me… But I love him, he protects me always…

I hate myself, I am always having a fight with my split… I have no one else to talk too…

I want to end my life but I have no courage.

Before my marriage I was in a long term committed relationship with another man. During the final three years of that relationship, my boyfriend and I were very heavily into swinging. During those three years I performed every sex act that you can think of, on more partners than I can count, both male and female, usually more than one at a time. At the time I was a more than willing participant, in fact many of the things we did were actually at my instigation. When we finally broke up (something that had nothing to do with our lifestyle), my participation in those activities also came to an end. I am currently a happily married woman with two young children. My husband, my family, and all of the other people currently in my life do not know anything about my past. Something, I know that my husband, who is also the pastor of our church and has very limited experience in the bedroom before me, would never understand. While our sex life is very satisfying, there is still a little part of me that wants go out and party like that again

I am a female, single, 26, and work in a professional business office. I am an insanely ticklish peron over every inch of my body. I find when I date men, really nice men, when they find out I’m ticklsh(doesn’t take much), they want to make me their “tickle toy.” They always want to see how ticklish I am and tickle me out of my mind.I am good natured and easy going so I don’t get mad, I just laugh my head off. I laugh so much I can’t beg them to stop. Feathers tickle me terribly, and once they discover that, they want to test every inch of me. It drives me insane. One guy I dated tickled me all night long with a feather, I was going nuts! My relationships all start out great but as soon as they can get me giggling or sqirming it just escalates from there. I guess its my fault for not being firm enough, but its hard to be firm when you’re rolling around howling like a banshee. I just don’t understand why guys are like that, they always try to tickle me to death.

i don’t think i really love you. i mean i would be stupid if i did knowing the kind of person you are.
you cannot and will not ever stop trying to meet other people . you will always chat on the internet with stupid people and flirt and make sure you rub it in my face.
i just really want you to love me and then turn around and hurt you like you have hurt me so many times since we have been together.
vindictive
yes !

I love her.. I’ve loved her for the past 2 years.. i know she loves me back.. but its been difficult.. She went off with this boy, and ive tried soo hard to get her back, she’s cheated on him with me, but i dont think she wants a relationship with me anymore.. I want to shout and scream and confess my love for her to the world.. but i will be judged.. the only thing wrong with us at the moment is my anger, her leaving me for this boy has triggered off my anger in a massive way.. i hit her almost everyday, but she doesnt understand why.. I hate hurting her because i love her..

Please some one help me!!

There are things I do… bad things, which I fear to mention even here for legal reasons.

The problem is, I am not scared enough. There is very high risk involved in what I do; not of death, but of an utterly destroyed life. I feel like if I were discovered, my life would drop into an abyss of loneliness and despair, and that case may well drive me to suicide if it were ever to happen.

However, I continue my actions. This is no drug, with no addiction, simply something I like to do. And I know I need to stop, but my willpower is strange in the way that I can go on and stay on a diet for eleven months straight and lose almost 110 pounds, but I cannot stop this simple thing.

And I just needed to vent.