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#972 [Feedback]	I met the love of my life, or I belive at least I did... She loved me too, we only spend a summer together and then she left the country suddenly. And a couple of months later she got back with her ex. This is 4 years ago. I was seen it all coming, and was helpless. Now I was able to crack her email account and deleted it. A little revange for the years of sadness.
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#957

I am 34 and a pantyhose fetish. My coworker always wear black pantyhose to work and she has killer legs. I like to find an excuse to get near her and check out her legs and sometimes get a sneak peak up her short skirt. There's one time when nobody is in the office and I open her drawer and find a pair of her pantyhose and then wrapped it around my cock and I took one of her high heel shoes and started wanking into it. this gave me super pleasure and I have done this several times. I'd like to find an opportunity to get her drunk and have sex with her while she's in her hose. I know this is wrong but I jsut can't help it.

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#796 [Feedback]

I hate my family. From molestation to emotional and physical abuse. I am now way into my adult years and I don't think I even love my siblings anymore. I hate them all. I wrote to them and told them goodbye. They disgust me. It was like having Stockholme Syndrome all these years. The guilt, confusion, and self doubt was terrible. Staying there only to please the one I loved the most. Now that person has died from smoking and as I light a cigarrette I remember her. I miss you. You were the only one I loved. I suffered all these years so that I could be codependent on you. That's ok. You were beyond worth it. I loved you so much. I still do. R.I.P. My new life has begun. FINALLY! Now I just have to learn how to not worry about every little thing all the time. Is someone mad at me for some random thing I didn't do? Do I fit in? Am I people pleasing enough? On and on and on. It never ends in my head. I'm tired. I hate the police officer who knew and still left me there as a child and I hate the judge who didn't do his job. I hate the people who said they loved and cared about me and then walked away from me when I was struggling. I hate the word hate. I despise those worthless people who are straight to your face and ugly behind your back. The very same people who are supposed to be there, doing their jobs as counselors or advocates, and then becoming like high school girls who just gossip and revictimize. I hate feeling this alone and confused. I'm scared. I'm destroyed. I'm trauma and then some. I won't bloom where I am fricken planted as I was once told. Screw you. I'm tired of hearing about victims who went through less on CNN and hearing how they were helped. Was I not worth helping as a child? Now I feel guilty for worrying about myself more then the victims that were on CNN. I will begin anew. I have to learn to begin again. This kid and I must begin again so that this angel of a child does not end up confessing to random strangers how messed up the family was someday. I must find myself and the strength that I once had and get it together. I want to cry. I can't cry. Why can't I cry for more then ten seconds with out shutting down? I used to be able to cry. I can't cry. I see my kid looking at me when I am stressed. Wanting to play and wondering if I am alright. I look at my baby. I just want to cry. I love you kid. I love you so much. Be patient with me. I know I am a mess now. Just for now. Give me a minute. Please God please don't let me ruin my kiddo's childhood with my stress and my memories of the past. Let me be strong. I am strong. I survived. I am still here. A shell of me anyways. I guess I have a one in a million chance.. I get to reconstruct my entire self. Where do I begin? What do I like? What do I want? What do I want to become now? This new person trying to raise a precious child. Together we become a family. Just us. New friends. New town. New dreams. Where do I begin? I guess I just began right here. Thank you for letting me begin.

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#783 [Feedback]

father i have sined all my life i was never one to put much stock in to you but now that i am older i feel there is something misseing from my life and in order for you to come in to my life i need to get some thing off my chest i have let my addtions to adult movies hurt people i love i took money from my grandma and used it for more movies she has passed away now and i can not ask for her forgiveness i ask you for it and i have felled as a dad i have no job to take care if my wife and son i do not even have x-mess gifts for them please father forgive me and please help me get a job i am trying i just need your help your son A.R.C

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#748

I spend my life lying and manipulating others to prevent them from finding out the truth about me. My mother thought I had aspergers syndrome and from reading the description, I knew I didn't have it. Yet I went along to see a psychiatrist and acted like I was socially inept & got the label because having this diagnosis would be better than reveiling what I really am. Now for years I've pretended to be this socially challenged individial, had social skills training I didn't even need and have house visits from a person who claims to help people with 'disabilities' find work or study. I manipulated a company into funding 10 sessions of counselling for me and I did this because I needed to keep up my act of needing support. When the counsellor started to say I was doing great, I faked a panic attack in order to convince her that I had severe problems with anxiety and needed further treatment. I'm still getting this counselling with the companies funding. However, with pretending to have all these problems I have no time for successes. A few months ago I claimed to have been the first at the scene of a car accident and did CPR on an elderly woman who was hit. Everyone was so proud of me and my aim was achieved - not to look like a complete failure but to maintain the idea that I was still having problems. Anyway, as I write this now I notice that I start to lie and have to go back and delete those lies and replace them with the truth. My brain doesn't seem to realise it's confession time! Why all the lies about being socially inept and neurotic? A (different) psychologist 2 years before all of this started told my GP that I had 'many traits of sociopathy' and I'd rather be labelled as an anxious, socially underdeveloped person than a sociopath and be associated with people like Bundy. My confession: Lies have saved me.

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#78

im married a newlywed and really young or i at least am in most peoples eyes im a lot more than wat meets the eyes tho ive cheated on my new husband already we have a hard relationship its long distance at the moment and has been on and off for the past several years recently in the past few months i met a friend of his brother the kid is almost 3 years younger than me but one nite i got so trashed i lost my pot and had the brothers friend help me try and find it i dont even remember most of it just blurry patches uf him shoving me onto stuff and against walls this isnt the first time either before we were married an old friend of my husband came into town for a month we hung out like everyday with a big group of friends we friendly flirted but that was about it because he really like my husband on the last nite we got so sloshed and we were both bitching to each other how much we loved our significant others (he had a g/f too!) we were both so in love with them but still so lonely suddenly it went from talking to sneaking away to this feild to fuck i woke up guilty and he woke up wanting to be with me instead of the girl he supposedly loved i may sound evil but i love my husband sometimes too much i am crazy and jelous sometimes but he is beautiful almost like a model he has a great job money and all the morals he keeps me grounded and hes my bestfriend i dunno im just a sexual person plus there has been many situations of cheating on his end too but i kno of them he knows nothing of mine we were swingers at one point but we got too deep into with this couple and situations arose we quit for good but somewhere both of us keep hinting after (the out-of-town friend) thing happened i got involved with a guy i worked with he was again younger and less mature i was basicly using him he got me fucked up non stop and the parties he found were amazing u have no idea how many girls were after this dude and i got him to follow me around like a love sick puppy just from a little sex i dont know how i dd this but it all started with him friend flirting and then it got serious he tried several times to get me alone then one nite he gave me all this ecstacy so i would hang out with him so i did i told him first thing my intentions (drugs and sex) but he never listened one time he even gave me tons of perkaset i passed out unkowingly bcause he smoked pot with me too i woke up naked in his bed i still have no idea wat happened after that i realized he was getting to attached and i tried to break it off then he introduced me to coke the funny thing is we had the same group of friends and tons of other mutual friends that we had successfully kept all this hidden from this guy also had been friends with my now husband anyway for the next three months i was basicly coked out the entire time and i couldnt get away from that dude finaly i graduated and quit that job and we lost touch by alot of planned out avoidance while that was all happening i also got with this girl beautiful as hell im bi a closet bi my husband knows but not entirely he gets mad if hes not supervising or involved in anyway hes very jelous too neway this girl was covered in tatoos and peircins she was petite and blonde and such a partygirl just like me we had so much fun together we were just friends with benefits and we both indulged in many drugs together she claimed to her friends and family that i was her real girlfriend but none of my bestfriends ever knew of that either im very secreive and i lead multiple existences now im not messing around but im still using drugs not anything hard though my husband doesnt aprove now that hes sober too he used to be a huge druggie thats how i met him neway i really feel guilty and depressed all of this is eating me alive but i will never be selfish enough to tell my husband these things just to feel less of a burden just to feel better about myself he will never kno and no one except the actual ppl i cheated with will kno either

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#864 [Feedback]	My neighbor is 66 year old lady:twice married and divorced,and a mother.I am a single male in my 20s. I let this lovely lady watch me shower twice a day live on the net. One Friday night ,I was showering she walked in naked and joined me.We made a agreement that she can shower with me anytime.Occasionally we sleep together. We loves it so do I.
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#48 [Feedback]

I CHEATED ON MY HUSBAND OF SEVEN YEARS WITH MY UGLY AND FAT COWORKER. I WENT TO A HOTEL, WHICH I PAID FOR, AND WAITED FOR HIM. WHILE THERE I TOOK SOME ALLERGY PILLS. WHEN HE JOINED ME, WE DRANK SO MUCH, THAT I WAS AS DRUNK AS I HAVE EVER BEEN, AND HIGH FROM THE ALLERGY PILLS INTERACTING WITH THE TEQUILA. I WAS SO HIGH THAT I PASSED OUT AND WOKE UP WITH HIM TRYING TO TAKE MY PANTS OFF. LONG STORY SHORT, WE EVENTUALLY HAD SEX. BUT I WAS SO NUMB FROM THE ALCOHOL THAT I HAD TO STOP HIM AND ASK IF WE WERE ACTUALLY HAVING SEX, THREE TIMES. HE ALSO SMACKED ME AROUND, TO KEEP ME FROM BECOMING COMATOSE. THE SAD THING IS, I DON'T FEEL ANY REGRET. I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING ANYMORE. I AM SAD BECAUSE NOW, THIS COWORKER, DOES NOT TALK TO ME, AND I MISS THE ATTENTION. MY HUSBAND'S LACK OF ATTENTION TO ME WAS THE REASON THAT I DID THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE, AND NOWI HAVE LOST THAT ATTENTION. SAD. PATHETIC. WHORE.

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#964

I want my ex back, as stupid and cheesy as it sounds I think he was 'the one'. We were so close i learned the most amazing and terrible things about him and I didn't care. I know he was a jerk sometimes, and i know he lied sometimes because he didn't want me to know everything terrible about him, but i wouldn't have cared. I'm with someone new now, and I'm only with them to make you jealous and hurt you because we broke up and you moved on so quickly. I miss you, and god i miss the sex with you so much too. I wonder if you still think of me...you no longer talked to me but mixed signals exist in your behaviour and i feel stupid for still loving you and thinking about you. I'm sure we could have worked it out if you still loved me, we could even now but...if we're both too proud to say anything, nothing will ever happen, especially now you ignore me and especially now I'm fucking a friend of yours. I screwed up, but so did you. Damn I want to fuck you and hold you in my arms again.

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