I'm looking for married lady to be my friend with benefit. I'm married too
I am happily married and had/ having an affair with my first love who is also married. I want to be with both in my dreams but my ex is not a good person to be married to but I think I romanticize it and I keep contacting him. I can't stop. I love my family
My dad watches porn and right now he is teaching me to be a good girl and be religious.
I wonder if there are any married women out there who are in open relationships, who would want to fuck another married man. Or even if it's behind the backs in secret. I'm sure some of these exist, and I'd definitely like to meet them.
He tells me from now on were friends so no more fucking cuz he's back with his ex ... Yet he told me to come over an hour ago it's 4:39am right now... Bruhhhh he told me he tryna be loyal but he asking me to come over, like if you want me, leave her... I just don't understand
My boyfriend slept with a girl we know, he said its not cheating because me and him aren't having sex and "it was only twice". I feel really hurt, and we had a pretty big fight, is it really not cheating? Am I being unreasonable?
Any guys like the idea of their wife cheating? I sure do!
can't believe he cheated on me with that fat bitch,she's nothing compared to me
so I've found out my girlfriend is back on the same dating site that we met on. when we first met and as soon as we became official we both agreed to permanently come off the site. that was 2 years ago. so I'm dumping her tonight.
I need to get this off my chest because nobody seems to really care enough to listen: I'm afraid of relationships. At 15 I met my first boyfriend who was 18 (legal in my country). He behaved like the perfect nice guy. He professed his love for me and wrote me poems before we even met up in person. (we basically met on skype bc he was friends with my stepbrother). The red flags started very soon. He confidently told me how obsessed he had been with me for years. (I doubted it was true tbh, after 6 months he even told me he would masturbate on my fb pics, ew.) The first time we fought (over the phone) he had a panic attack instead of comforting me, making me apologise. That's how it went on. He became less and less loving. Everytime I brought something up that bothered me he would throw tantrums. Sometimes leaving the house, locking himself in rooms, throwing me out, leaving the room to scream in the hallway etc. I realized that he avoided apoligizing this way because he always made me the bad guy. Now keep in mind that from the age of 14 I had been dealing not only with severe self-esteem issues and depression that would hit me out of nowhere but I also (to this day) suffer panic attacks if provoked "the right way" (basically if you let my stress build up to a certain point). He would purposefully make me cry, then would ignore me until I started panicking then would deepen my panic by telling me to "shut the fuck up" and boom - I'm a sobbing, squeaking, shivering mess on the floor. Of course the worsening of the situation was partially my fault too. Because I was constantly provoked my mental state became worse and worse and I would start crying out of the blue and I was growing insanely jealous... and just generally insane. The first time he was physical (he never beat me or anything though) was when we talked about cheating. He said: I have nothing to hide. Cheaters are scumbags. Look for yourself, you can look at everything. And he handed me his phone. He insisted so first I went to see his instagram feed, then his facebook feed, he approved of me looking into his messages so I did. Then I remembered that he mentioned he once "accidentaly" downloaded a dating app. Of course I knew that was bullshit and because to me it was just fun I went into his emails and searched for the name of the dating app. And yup - there's the registration confirmation. I laughed as I turned to him and called him out on his bs because I thought we were having fun going through eachothers phones. He stared at the email on his phone. Then smacked hit out of my hand and pinned me with full force onto the bed. Now keep in mind that I'm barely fife-three, very slim and have barely any muscles in my arms. He was a lot bigger, heavier and stronger than me. He just kept me pinned down HARD and growled gibberish about WHAT ARE YOU THINKING HOW DARE YOU and just stared at me like he was going to kill me. I was very scared. But when I tried to wiggle my left arm free he pressed down even harder on my wrist and twisted it a bit, not only leaving marks on it but actually spraining it. I squealed in pain, which distracted him enough so I could free my right arm. I slapped him across the face. He slapped me right back, twice as hard. I don't know how we made up after that. But it was usually that he wanted sex and I just kind of endured it. That was also a trauma for me. Essentially, this guy was using me for sex, I believe. He would almost never go out on dates with me. He just always wanted to hang around his room, have sex and "chill". He never introduced me to any of his friends. Not even while gaming. Whenever he would basically jump me to have sex I was usually down. However. If for whatever reason I wasn't down for it. He would usually not have it. If I was lucky he would just throw another tantrum. If not, he would do it anyway. He went as far as to try and "rape" me while I was on my period. Sometimes I endured it and tried to enjoy it. However other times I couldn't hold back and started crying. He would stop. But he would also not speak to me for days. Which at this point was sheer torture for me. About 3 weeks before I broke up with this prick I was in the hospital. I had a severe kidney infection and was in so much pain I couldn't bear it. My best friends, family and even classmates came to visit me in the week I spent in that hospital. He didn't. He didn't even think about leaving work early to come see me. Shortly after I was sent home it was christmas. I loved spending time with my family but also missed my boyfriend. However when I texted him he was oddly distant. The next day I went to his house to stay for a couple of days. In the evening of the 26. December of last year I couldn't bear my jealousy any longer and snooped. I found extremely dirty messages he exchanged with a coworker. Appearently they had been flirting and possibly having sex since six months. He even made a date with her to come home with him after work on the exact day that I would go home. My world crashed before me. I felt disgusting, hell, I felt violated in every way possible. By the time we were over I was 16. Our relationship lasted 11 months. Ever since I've been way better. After hitting an emotional low of a lifetime after breaking up I one day suddenly felt relieved. I am now much more confident and sociable than I have ever been. The only issue is now, even though it's been a while and I'm already 17, I can't let any guy close to me anymore. I don't trust a word they say. I'm not sure if I'll ever recover from this.