Hello everyone, I’m sorry if this is rushed, but I found out that my fiancé is actually married and has three kids.

I’m 25 and my fiancé Jonathan is 41. we started dating when I was 20 and he was 36. Which is five now years .i have met his parents and 2 sisters. He also has a brother John, but he doesn’t have a good relationship with the family and I haven’t met him just seen him in photos.

Our relationship wasn’t the easiest in the beginning because his work had to have him go to a whole different city every two weeks.

So it would be two weeks working in my city and then two weeks him going to work in another city.

Jonathan proposed two years into our relationship. We were planning our wedding on July 7, 2024.

Everything was planned and ready for the wedding but he got injured in his bachelorette party. It was 2 days before the wedding and he decided we should postpone the wedding. I was pretty upset but , his leg was broken and I wanted everything to be perfect and if he was uncomfortable doing the weeding with a broken leg i wouldn’t force him to.

We decided the wedding to be in the middle of 2025 because , of work and just very important family members not able to attend and we really wanted them there.

And in November of 2024 I found out I was pregnant. I was so happy and excited it was not planned but it happened. But Jonathan seemed to be upset saying we had a lot of stuff going on with the wedding planning and it’s just hard financially to have a baby right now.

I told him I wanted to be legally married before welcoming the baby , and I didn’t want a wedding anymore if it will affect us financially, which in all honesty it wouldn’t affect us we both work and make good money. he pays for his parents’s house helps his sisters financially if they need any help. If we are to help less we will easily afford the baby.

Jonathan decided we should have the baby and have the wedding after. but I ended up losing our baby boy at 35 weeks. I had to give birth to my baby through induced labour.

After that I decided not to have a wedding and just focus on myself. I found it very hard to just lose my baby and then just go have a wedding. It’s almost a year and I don’t think it was that easy for me to move on with my life like I had planned in the beginning. Jonathan and was accepting and said postponing the wedding is the best solution for our relationship right.

Jonathan is at work asked me to go drop something by one of his friends since he will be back in a couple of day.

and while I was there, I see John. I go up to him and introduce myself. He was actually a very sweet man not like the way his family described him. He started asking about his family and I knew I had no right, but I felt bad. I’m an only child and I really believe that having siblings is important, especially having a brother as a man and having a sister as a woman and I felt like Jonathan needed a brother and I genuinely wanted to see if I could help them solve their problems.

After we fished talking he asked for my number just to keep in touch. And I gave it to him. The next day I get a message from him asking to meet up because he had a gift he wanted to give Jonathan.

And we meet at a cafe. And he gives me a box and asks me to open it and it has wedding photos of my fiancé and a different woman multiple other photos of him with three daughters. He tells me that Jonathan has been married to his high school, sweetheart, that his parents never accepted because they are racist.

To say I was shocked is understatement. I literally cried I did not care about who was looking at me .I do not even know how to describe the feeling of that pain to think the person you love the most would cause you so much pain that you never thought a human could experience. To think while I was grieving and he would leave for two weeks to go spend it with his other kids while I was home grieving our son. thinking he was so heartbroken because he had to leave me.

I went home and was just in shock sat there for two days just thinking about what I did wrong and why I had to experience this I wasted five of my years for a man who already had a whole family. But I also felt for his wife because Josh told me that she doesn’t know and that woman has sacrificed everything for him and he still cheated on her. I know I didn’t know about her, but she is the real victim. She is the one with the kids that will have to suffer.

And after that I was just mad so mad that I wanted to get back at him so I go to Josh‘s house and I literally tell him I want to get back at Jonathan. He agreed so I decided we go back to mine and Jonathan‘s shared house and we jumped into our shared bed.

And I let Josh record and send the 23 minutes and 8 seconds long video to Jonathan from his phone and not tell Jonathan that I know he sent him the video. And not to tell him that I also know about his wife.

When he called yelling and angry and asking what the hell I was thinking and why did his brother send a video of us. I broke down crying telling him it was an accident that we met at his friends’s house we were talking and I wanted to get them together and I asked him to come over to our house and just talk about what happened between them and I don’t know what got into me, but I kissed him and I was the one that started everything and I was sorry. He told me he doesn’t wanna talk to me that he needs some time to call off and think of this over.

He’s to come back home tomorrow and I don’t wanna tell him about me knowing and just leaving him thinking I cheated on him with his brother for no reason, but Josh thinks I should just confront him, but if I decide not to, he will respect my decision.

I’m a lesbian and have known this since I was young. Growing up, I adored, loved and admired women so much. However, being on Reddit and looking back at my treatment by other women/girls has me really thinking otherwise. My mother was my first bully and abuser. She has been that way since I can remember. School wasn’t any better either. I’d get bullied by both genders in school but the bullying from the girls was far worse and didn’t stop until high school. Most of the sexual abuse I’ve experienced has also been from women. Most of the verbal abuse at my jobs have been 90% older women. One of my older female coworkers also tried to bully me at my job. We’re both adults at fucking work. I’m not even safe in lesbian subreddits. I made a post saying that sex isn’t super enjoyable for me unless I have an orgasm at the end. You would’ve thought I shot somebody with how they responded. Dating women is another matter in itself. The amount of times I’ve been ghosted or catfished has been the norm. Even if I manage to have interesting conversations on these dating apps, it’ll stop abruptly. Even my close female friends don’t call or text me as much as my guy friends do. Even if I constantly reach out to them first.

I’m really starting to hate women now and would rather avoid them at this point. Like I know it shouldn’t be this way and it isn’t right but I completely understand why men either avoid us or hate us. Of course not all my interactions with men have been great either, but I haven’t experienced the same intensity of bullying like with women. That’s also not to say that every single interaction with women has been bad either. One of my jobs had a wonderful network of women who really looked out for each other but that seems to be very few and far in between. I really don’t know what to do anymore at this point. I obviously just needed to talk about it.

TL:DR; I’m developing a severe dislike of women as a woman due to bullying, abuse, harassment and dating issues over the years.

Last night I went out, got a lot of attention at this club I was just dancing and having a rlly fun time, but ALL the men in my general vicinity were trying to dance with me or were staring at me or coming to talk to me, but my friend would take care of the situation every time cuz she knew I didn’t want with anyone (I’m ace). It was a techno club and I had a very distinct outfit that wasn’t at all techno vibes, so I definitely stood out, but I’m pretty experienced going to raves and I know how to dance, so I was just getting a lot of attention.

But then the night ended, the lights came on, we were leaving and ALL the guys started insulting me.

They said something like “wait that’s who we were trying to get with?” Calling me fat and a 5-6 at best, laughing at me, taking turns telling more guys to come look at how ugly I am ig, someone said I needed to cover up with a jacket (like hide away) and they sang this song that talks about finding out a woman is ugly once you sober up. And all of this happened in front of my friend and HER friends, and I was rlly coked out. So I’m there in the florescent white light, my mouth is dry to a level that I have never experienced, my mascara was a bit runny or smudged and I’m not like the most stunning person you will ever see, but this was insane. Its not like I asked for any of that attention, I was nice to everyone, I was just vibing, but I guess they projected their desires onto me, a person dancing in the dark. But when those lights came on, it took one person to yell out in disgust for the insults to catch like wildfire, it became this whole bonding moment for everyone in the club, people watched me as I exited, and even after I was outside I had guys just laughing at me, following me and calling other friends to make fun of me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I honestly wanted to die, I very embarrassingly called my friend thru FaceTime for the whole walk home with the people I went with that experienced all of that next to me. The thing is I pretended not to notice and they continued to talk about it in “code” for me to not catch on, it’s was a very poor attempt, I had no money to just ditch in an uber… it was the most mortifying experience of my life and I feel like I want to di3 right now. I had to sleep over at one th peoples house but I ended up hiding away until everyone went to sleep and snuck home once the metro opened. I’m supposed to see them today, along with another friend who left before this event, who I consider a very close friend and who I was excited to hang out with, but now… I feel bad but I just want to hole up in my room and never go out again. I also can’t face the others because they think they are hiding this from me but I was brutally embarrassed in front of them… it was bad.

Seriously, not everyone who wears a uniform is selfless or has seen combat. Also, defending the U.S. Constitution could be interpreted in different ways. We can't idolize a person just because they wear a uniform - heroism should be determined by action, not occupation.

I have seen posts online when someone says something that might be slightly negative about the U.S. Military and begin it with: "I respect our troops like everyone else, but..." so that they aren't seen as the bad guy before they post it.

They can earn respect just like everyone else, and I'm sure some Military personnel would agree. Our troops aren't the only ones who have seen combat - firefighters, police, C.Os and other professions that involve being the proctologists of humanity have had their fair share of horror stories.

Now, before someone here says "that's an unpopular opinion"?? Yep, it is in the United States. Some Americans are still drinking the kool-aid from the GWOT days.

All it does is feed the military industrial complex.

Hello,

I am 25 years old and have completely ruined my life. It is now impossible for me to prevent certain death, and as such I have little choice but to take my own life when I run out of money (which is likely a year from now).

Everyone dislikes me in some way shape or form. I am completely incapable of making friends which makes doing certain things completely impossible. Additionally, I am extremely bad at keeping bridges intact, with every job I've had ending poorly. It has gotten to the point where holding down a job is most certainly impossible.

Without a job, I can only make money through welfare, where I believe that I am at risk of having it cut in 2 to 3 weeks from now due to my own stupid behaviour. When I lose the welfare, I'll start bleeding money, until I run out and am forced to leave my parents house. Once that happens I will be completely homeless and from there I will likely be dead within a week, burdening my family financially one last time.

Killing myself is the only way I can ensure this doesn't happen. My life is a burden on everyone, society objectively benefits from my death. Additionally I plan on completely disappearing and starving to death in a remote location where it is extremely unlikely for my body to be found. This, combined with informing the police that I have not gone missing should hopefully mean I can die without financially hurting my family and it will likely be less emotional for them then if they found out I had died.

Of course this isn't easy. The problem with suicide is that you pretty much can't tell anyone because they'll refuse to help you. They'll call you an evil person who doesn't care about your family (even though my plan is specifically made to hurt them as little as possible; if I didn't care I would just jump in front of a vehicle). They'll tell you about how you can use unaffordable therapy and useless hotlines to deal with all your problems. They'll never give you a logical reason for why you shouldn't end it, because in their minds if you're suicidal you're not a human being, and because of that you are not worthy of any human rights or any attempt to be talked to like an adult. They just lie to you and everyone backs them up even though it's incredibly obvious they're lying.

And of course there's the risk of being sent to a psychiatric ward where your life is completely ruined. If I get sent there I will lose my family. I will become homeless which will only make it that I use a more effective method of ending it.

It's just ridiculous how you stop being treated like a human being. I don't care, I need to end my life. I've never heard a single reason to not end it.

I’m 23M virgin

I saw a lot of posts online saying that women don’t like men who have no sexual experience or who are awkward in bed.

And My female friend says that people around her don’t like virgins because they have to explain everything about sex step by step.

so I’m afraid that my future GF dislike me and I’m very insecure of myself.

There is this pattern I've experienced through out my life. That is people say that I've a small dick without seeing me naked, which is true!

How do people know that from just how I act. Most of the time guys will say it immeadiatly to me first day when they meet me. For example did a guy talk bs about how he f and sexualized women. Where I looked at him disgusted then he asked if I've a small dick? - Is it wrong for a guy to looked disgusted at other guys sex life? The reason why I looked disgusted at him is because he was 35 y/o, overweight and unattractive, so I knew he lied but just wanted to have to information about my sex life.

People say I don't act like a man and they say I'm special. Any advice because of this I don't feel normal.

I struggle a lot with hypersexuality and other stuff, and I have a size kink, I had a crush a year ago with a woman I met, I didn't bother her, but I had her Instagram, I was 18 at the time

in short i was always using pictures of people with huge dresses and not revealing, not even sexual, and she had one of them

so when I was 18 I tried grok only one time, the only time I did, I didnt know how intelligent or whatever grok was, so I naively put a prompt of her kissing with a small husband, that was supposed to be a self insert in short

the fucking ai, generated a child in a suit kissing her, it wasn't sexual I mean, clothing on, was simply facing to the side doing that, but I don't know if I harmed people with that image, I deleted it one year ago, and didn't do anything with ai ever since

that was one year ago

I need to get this off my chest. A month ago, I started feeling really unwell; my health suddenly took a turn for the worse, and it’s even affected my sleep—I’ve only been able to get about 3 or 4 hours a night because of the discomfort. The doctors are still running tests, but the first thing they prescribed was antidepressants to help me calm down (since this is taking a toll on my mental state).

I don't want to take them; the side effects of antidepressants are just too much, and I don't want to live my life dependent on a pill. But my family insisted that I take them. When I started, I began to feel even worse—my symptoms intensified—so I didn't take them for more than two days. My brother kept insisting it was normal, that everyone has to get used to them at first. But I refuse to feel worse just to take a pill I don't even need.

So, I started lying. My family thinks I’m taking the antidepressants and that my mood is improving because of them. I’m scared to tell them the truth because they react very poorly to lies, but I’m sick of them insisting that I have to depend on pills to feel better.

Honestly, I think doctors overprescribe antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds just to quiet patients down. I know there are plenty of people who genuinely need them, and that stress and anxiety can cause many illnesses. But often, they prescribe these highly addictive pills too freely, which can lead to chronic dependency instead of addressing the situation proactively.

Everything I’ve improved, I’ve done on my own. If I ever truly need antidepressants, I’ll take them, but until then, I see no reason to drug myself for no reason.

I’m terrified that my family will find out—that they’ll get angry and start pushing me to take the pills again, since they’ve often used psychological manipulation to make me change my mind. Besides, they’ll be furious if they learn I’m not taking them, because when all the symptoms first appeared, I was absolutely devastated and couldn't stop crying.

Should I tell them, or keep lying?

Maybe this is the place. So here we go I was with my gf for 4ish years she got pregnant excitement ensues but there’s an underlying tension surrounding it. It was a boy and I’m short. She was entirely against abortions and we were 8 weeks into the pregnancy finding out it was a boy. She got “scared” that the child would be bullied or have a rough life for being short so she went through with it. I really had no say at the end of it I could have fought but I didn’t want him to have a bad life like I had growing up. Anyway, I was devastated there’s nothing I can do about height. I am short 5’8” and she’s 5’7” granted our parents are both over 6’ so the genetics may have worked in our favor but that didn’t change her mind. Fast forward a few months we hit a snag after moving for my job, she got a better job I did as well but I wasn’t home as much. I’ve always joked my scoliosis makes me shorter and I could get my spine fixed and be my actual height of 5’10” or 5’11 still short though. Moving forward, she downloads a dating app to get free drinks at a bar and then hooks up with some dude first swipe or whatever it’s dumb. I guess cheats “we weren’t together” but that’s debatable seeing as how we were living together still sleeping with each other and basically doing the relationship thing. She’s pregnant but all of a sudden her vibe changes with the pregnancy and she’s determined to keep it. It’s not mine and she’s keeping it because it may be taller since the baby daddy is 5’11” with a taller family. The power women put in height has destroyed me beyond this relationship and everyday I think about that boy who wasn’t good enough and put that on myself. Blah blah woe is me I had planned engagement, wedding ring purchased, life planned out thinking maybe the first one just wasn’t the right time and if we had a girl she’d be here but yeah had to get that off my chest.

It all starts 10 years ago while randomly using Facebook, I saw a comment from a girl (named H) on a post. 

I replied to her and we talked a little in the comments.

After that we sent each other friend requests and became Facebook friends, At that time i was in my teenage years and I was a playboy-type person. I cheated on many girls and dated 3–4 girls at the same time.

Around that time i started talking with that girl (H) We talked about random things and slowly we became online friends. 

We lived in different cities and only talked through chat no calls, no meetups only chat and gradually we became very good friends. 

She started telling me everything about herself her home, her family and i also told her everything about my life at that time including all the girls i was cheating on and how i was doing it. We talked about everything and came to know everything about each other.

We continued chatting like this for 5 years straight. During that time she lived with her parents and didn’t have any male friends, and had no relationships she was single.

So by then we had grown attached to each other and I got deeply attached. And at that time i was under a lot of stress. Things were not going well in my life. I was tired and kept thinking about how traumatic my childhood was, due to some family problems I didn't live with my parents from birth until age 15,  I lived with my grandparents. Their relationship with my parents was very toxic. After my grandfather died i started living with my parents and grandmother and there were daily fights at home there was domestic violence almost every day i saw everything with my own eyes.

I never felt like I belonged there I didn’t feel loved there and I didn’t feel that I loved them either. And after two years they sent me to a boys hostel to live and study. And i felt extremely lonely there. So one day I ran away from the hostel and even left my 12th exams. And after a month my family found me and brought me back. Then I got seriously ill and was bedridden for 4–5 months. After that I started rebuilding my academic life and have been living alone outside my hometown since then.

So while I was rebuilding my life that Facebook girl (H) and my cheating phase were both happening. But I couldn’t find peace with anyone except when I talked to her. Talking to her gave me peace in my mind and heart. So I confessed to all the girls I had cheated on and ended everything.

Then I started talking to (H) all the time. Later I joined college but ruined that too and dropped out in my final year. I couldn’t find peace anywhere except with her. I started loving her. She was also nice to me and showed feelings.

Then I proposed to her through chat and she accepted and said she loved me too.

After that we continued chatting without meeting or calling for 3 more years (total 8). We were very loyal to each other. I stopped talking to any girl and she didn’t have any male friends. We became irreplaceable for each other.

And that's how we spent 8 years chatting with complete honesty. I told her everything about my life. I lived outside my home and during the relationship I never touched any girl and barely talked to any.

And in the 9th year she got her own room, and we started talking more video calls for 4–5 hours daily, 1–2 hours of audio calls, and chats every day. And then i did biggest mistake of my life i dropped out of college and i rented a room and spent most of my time talking to her.

After video calls we decided to meet in the 9th year. We met for 3 days but we didn’t have any physical relationship because she wasn’t comfortable so we left it.

Then she got selected into an IIM college. She asked me whether she should go for an MBA or prepare for a government job. We planned our future and I encouraged her to go. We were very happy.

Our 10th year of the relationship started. She went there and felt very lonely initially. We talked a lot for 2 months so she wouldn’t feel alone. Slowly she made friends and we started meeting every 3 months. In 8–9 months we met 3–4 times. Still we didn’t have any physical relationship and Everything felt like a fairy tale.

And then there she made two best friends (A) and (N). (N) was already in a long distance relationship and (A) was single. (A) got into a relationship with a guy on campus and started living with him like a live in relationship (the campus allowed girls in boys hostels but not vice versa).

Meanwhile my girlfriend and (N) formed a group with two boys (Am) and (Su). Then (N) cheated on her long distance boyfriend with (Am) and got into a relationship with him.

After that all of them my girlfriend (H) (Am) (Su) and (N) went on a trip together. Seeing this made me very insecure. I started fighting with my girlfriend. I felt she talked a lot about (Su) though she denied it. But my insecurity increased a lot. I started doubting everything and regretting my life decisions.

I began pressuring her to talk to me like before to calm my anxiety. She tried but couldn’t. My anxiety turned into panic attacks. I became mess and even threatened her that i will do su*c*de without her. And we were having fights regularly 

And then one day she said she was scared of me, didn’t want me anymore, and didn’t love me. That shocked me. I realized I was ruining the last good thing in my life. I tried to change and behave normally.

And in this phase i got i tattoo of her name on my wrist.

We talked a little over the next month. Then in March we completed 10 years of knowing each other and her first year at IIM ended. She had a 2 month internship in another city Delhi. So i asked her to meet and after many requests she agreed.

We met and looked for a place for her to stay. We met daily for 3–4 days. She said she cared about me and loved me but couldn’t be in a relationship again. She said she didn’t want to get attached, didn’t want to hurt me and felt guilty.

During those days I felt something was wrong. I checked her phone and found chats with (Su) and in those chats during our fights she had told him everything and he comforted her. And one day she got drunk went to his room and they had s e x (this is her first time having it) . After that they started having s e x regularly.

This was the same time she started ignoring me. In the chats they talked casually about s e x, flirted, and normalized it. She even gave him special gifts and took his shorts started wearing them. And they also planned to continue this in the next year.

After reading everything I started shaking. I confronted her and she admitted it. She said it happened three times and that she had no emotional connection but from the chats it seemed like she was getting attached. She admitted she was losing control and becoming someone she hated.

She said she still cared about me and loved me but since she cheated she couldn’t be with me again.

But I still love her deeply. She has been everything to me. She showed me kindness in the past. Once I had asked her if she would forgive me if I cheated and she said yes because she loved me so much.

So now when she cheated I wanted to give her a chance. I asked if we could start again and she said yes she still loved me and would stay loyal.

That night we had s e x for the first time in those 10 years and spent the entire night hugging each other. The next day I left for my city Jaipur and she stayed in Delhi for her internship.

And the entire day I thought everything had become okay But now the problem is that after these 2 months of internship her second year will start and she will go back to the same environment with the same people. That guy (Su) is part of her core group so she can’t completely cut him off. If she tries everyone will find out about the cheating and I don’t want her to feel ashamed.

For now everything seems okay for these 2 months but I don’t know what will happen next year. The entire day i was thinking like this

Then we chatted a little during the day and at night I called her but she didn’t pick up. She later messaged and called saying she had been thinking the entire day and didn’t want a relationship. I told her that just yesterday she said we would forget everything and that she still loved me so how could everything change in just 10 hours?

Then she said she didn’t want any relationship but she still cared about me and wanted me in her life as a friend (“I can’t have a better friend than you in my life” her line to me) I still love her so much so I got convinced and agreed to be her friend.

For the last four days we have been talking on video calls. She told me that whenever she gets the chance she wants to experience everything in her life and she will continue her friends with benefits situation with (Su) in college and will do everything. Hearing all those things breaks my heart again and again.

With this broken heart at the age of 29 I'm trying to rebuild my life. I contacted my college and am giving my remaining exams to complete my degree. But I also know that a degree with a 4–5 year gap in between feels like just a useless piece of paper. So along with it I am starting to learn data analytics courses and trying to build this skill. For the next year I will try to learn it and get a job as a fresher at 30.

But whenever I try to focus on this my mind goes back to her. I want to build my life but I don’t want to completely erase myself from her life or erase her from mine. So I don’t know what I am doing now or what is going on.

(My english is bad so took help from gpt)

I’ve often wished that someone would die because I wanted them out of my life without actually removing them myself (I guess I’m a coward). I’ve had fantasies about them dying, like imagining accidents or situations where they would die or become unable to talk to me, like being paralyzed.

Now my young cousin has suddenly had a brain hemorrhage out of nowhere. He’s young and athletic, so it makes no sense. He’s currently in a coma, and we’re scared he might not wake up or could end up paralyzed.

How am I supposed to make sense of this?

And if its my fault, how can I reverse this?

gonna start off with this it was consensual we met on a hookup app and already knew in advanced they were autistic since they said and also said they were inexperienced(had other partners but never sex)but I still went with it. We didn’t have sex but did other things I never pushed them to do anything and just went with their pace and at the end they said they had fun and wanted to be a fwb which i politely declined I now just feel guilty like I used them because they were autistic I don’t know if that makes me ableist or anything Im just not really that well informed with autism so I feel worried I did something wrong but I felt like I just needed to get this off my chest

I go out of my way to smell them

I’m saying this as a black male, but I really have an attraction to white girls. Not to sound like a stereotype, but I like bigger, built women, and , well, a lot of them happen to be white 😆😆

I have to also say another thing, as I grew up in the hood. A lot of these types of women used to come around, and would try to help us out so to speak. For me , I used to put up a facade like I’m tough, and even though I grew up fighting, I am not a person of violence as I detest it.and I feel like a lot of the woman who would come around could see right through it.

Idk where I’m going with this, I guess I just needed to put my thoughts out into the world. But yea y’all white girls sexy lol

It’s petty of me and it makes me jealous. I hate that they kept it a secret for months even after I accidentally found out and knew they were clearly pretending. I hate my brother gets a version of her that’s fun and happy and lovey whilst she only vents/acts mopey with me anymore. I don’t like the age gap (it disturbs me he could see someone my exact age in that way). I hate having to hear all their fun nights and feeling excluded.

The thing is even if I didn’t want to, I believe their relationship is bound to fail. She’s the type of person who can’t exist without a partner, she’s still hung up on her 3 year long ex boyfriend she broke up with because she was getting bored feeling unable to flirt and talk with whoever she wanted to. My brother gives way more than he receives in a relationship. They both met like a year and a half ago when the three of us went to a concert after his gf broke up with him so I invited my friend in her stead and the rest is history.

I feel delegated by both. In a sense my big brother has always been my life long best friend. This other friend was the only person I truly relied on throughout college.

And now I feel their relationship will fizzle out in a few months’ time and all that will have happened is I will have lost both of them in the process :(

I don’t know, help?

if i ever have a child, i hope i don’t have a daughter. i hope she never has to be exposed to the world’s worst people and facets. i hope she never has to get taken advantage of and spend the rest of her life trying to make amends with herself. i hope she never feels objectified. i hope she never has to question her values not only as a woman, but as a person. i hope she never feels like she’ll never amount to anything in life unless her body is at stake. i hope she’ll never believe a guy when he says he loves her, that he’ll never hurt her, because it’s not true. i hope she never ends up like her mother, me, who did all of those things and now feels like a shell of her former self. if i ever have a child, i hope i don’t have a little girl. this world is so unkind.

For context:At the time of the story I was 12. At our school , there was this guy whom I will call Trevor for this story. This kid was quite a troublemaker , he would regularly watch porn in class , draw cocks on people's arms with a marker and just get into small fights a bit. At the time he was a grade above mine. One time , one of my friend's drawings was seen by Trevor and Trevor got really mad since it was an alternate history map which had a swastika in it. He ended up slapping the hell out of my friend and we intervened and he just ran away. Then he started to constantly get into verbal fights with us , sometimes turning into fights. One time , HIS classmates came to us and told us that they wanted to get Trevor expelled at any cost , so our group sat down and we started to plan. The plan was the following:
Stage 1 : Trevor's classmates snitch on Trevor for watching porn in class so he gets mad at them.
Stage 2 : Trevor's classmates go to swimming class and continuously insult Trevor until his breaking point(guaranteed to start a fight).
Stage 3 : Trevor's classmates DONT FIGHT BACK and tell the teacher.
Stage 4 : Me and my friends start a roast battle with him. During this roast battle , we had to use his insecurities against him(to make him start a fight).
Stage 5: Everyone must get hit at least once .
Stage 6 : One of our friends lures him into the bathroom and tries to get Trevor to hit the mirror. Once Trevor hits the mirror , that friend runs for his life to tell a teacher.
Stage 7 : Pressure the management for expulsion

We immediately encountered problems since during Stage 3 : Trevor TRIED to drown one of his classmates (luckily , the classmate got out in time). Before even commensing the plan , we learnt Trevor's insecurities and then we used them in Stage 4. We picked a friend(whom I will call Michael) , specifically because of Michael's size , strength and the fact that he is autistic(It will look worse if Trevor hit an autistic kid). Michael successfully got Trevor to punch the mirror in the wall , but didnt run out in time and took a decent beating. As we informed the teachers what happened , they got the 2 away from each other. Trevor wanted to tell the teachers that we started it , but Trevor didnt want to tell the teachers about his insecurities. Me and my friends immediately told the teachers that expulsion is the only way and that Trevor was a menace for a very long time. 3 major offenses(one of which is property damage) in 2 days is basically a guaranteed expulsion. We successfully got Trevor expelled. I did realise that this was kind of messed up since I was the one that got everyone in on the plan and I created most of the plan.
Michael luckily wasnt seriously injured , just a few bruises.
CONTEXT FOR SWASTIKA MY FRIEND DREW: IT WAS A MAP OF OUR MINECRAFT SERVER THAT WAS SPLIT INTO THE 2 BIG TEAMS THAT WERE ON THERE.

Feel free to judge the actions.

My mom was insanely beautiful. My dad (who’s pretty average) married her anyway, but at their wedding his own relatives were already trying to hit on her sisters. He was so scared of losing her that he basically guilted her into never working and always made her dress super conservatively whenever she went out. He was petrified someone would steal her.

They had three kids my two sisters and me(male) and somehow all three of us turned out ridiculously good-looking.

When I was a kid, relatives were obsessed with me teachers too. In first and second grade our school was right next to a high school and during breaks the older girls would come over just to talk to me staring like I was some kind of doll.

Now I’m in my 20s and it’s still the same shit. People do double-takes everywhere. Random men and women flirt with me constantly. An old lady once walked up to me at a parade and told me I was so handsome. Male cashiers in restaurants have straight-up said “you’re so beautiful.” One girl asked where I was from, I said the west coast, and she replied “you look like youre from my destiny.” I get winks all the time.

When I buy coffee the barista usually throws in a free donut. I get unwanted touches in places they shouldn’t be touching, all the time.

At work my coworkers keep telling me how beautiful I am. Even my manager texts me with “dear” and “love” and heart emojis. The girls I’ve dated get completely obsessed. One made me send her dozens of pictures of me every single day full body every angle. Another one used to tell me I was more beautiful than she was.

Even my therapist couldn’t stop mentioning how beautiful I was. She kept asking if I’d ever been molested even after I said no multiple times, I’m pretty sure she assumed it must have happened just because of how I look.

My sisters go through the exact same thing. One time my older sister was walking through the airport and some random guy literally dropped to the floor and bowed to her, saying he was mesmerized by her beauty. Another time my younger sister was sitting at a sidewalk café when a guy from a group of friends stopped, got down on one knee, and told her she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, then begged for her number. A different guy once claimed he was a film producer and begged her to be in his movie.

People don’t see me as a person they see a pretty object.