CONFESSIONAL

My husband farted during sex, pretended like it didn’t happen and then finished.

I just tried phone sex with an older man (he's in his late 50s & I'm 30) & it was the most awkward shit ever. He wants us to be long term & I'm over here wondering why I'm so desperate. He's sending me his vacay pics & dear lord, this man is old as fuck.

It sounds awful but the best orgasm is after he’s cum in me and I masterbate with it.

I keep donating money to animal shelters/organizations. Not a lot, like $5-20. Those cute animal videos are sometimes seemingly the only bright spots in this crazy world. But I should probably ease up - I'm a single mom and definitely NOT a millionaire!

All I want for my birthday is to not have to coordinate my own effing birthday!

Had a dream that guys from my past (fictional & real) were fighting over me. It was hot! Let's make that happen IRL (widowed mom here, haven't had sex in 7 years).

I’m depressed. I don’t want to talk to h about it because he helped bring this on by calling me fat. I’ve basically been depressed since he lost his job a year ago and now works from home. I get no me time EVER. Who the fuck am I?!

I have the kids 14 hours a day. He can't even do bath time without handing me the baby with a dirty look and "I tried but he is crying". Ugh why

Mom burnout is real. I've been absolutely miserable since having my second (and last) kid. I've been a bitch and a horrible mom and wife. Never understand how ppl have more than 2. I'd seriously run away. Always wanted 2 & it's STILL fucking hard to deal

I wish i was a normal person

I still can’t understand how we are not together. It doesn’t seem right and it is so sad. What are you thinking?

I’m way more excited than a 42 year old should be for Frozen 2...

It’s been so long since anyone (including me) put my needs first that I’m not even sure what I want or need anymore. All I know is whatever it is, it’s not this...

My husband quits drinking on Tuesday. I’m worried about how I’m going to deal with the major Asshole he’s going to become.

After ovulating my anxiety cause me severe anxiety , he checks in more , shortens his days , does the bedtime routine with the kids and cleans. He does so much of that every day but it really means the world to me when the days are rough.

I get suggested au pairs after a small online shopping spree. DH gets amazon sending him finger covers for chip eating after he talks about it.... the internet / mic / cookies shit creeps me out. Also gives me comfort , its flags bad people.

H hates that my family has $. I don’t care it’s theirs not mine. He needs to get over it.

Makes me SO mad when people say that they are crap/selfish/won't make you happy, so they'll leave you to find happiness. It's COMPLETE bullsh*t, considering that they have the option of changing their ways! #ISeeThroughIt

No H me being on my period doesn’t make me “too wet” to have sex, you just don’t want to admit that your dick has severely shrunk over time.

He can’t ask me how I’m doing but he sure as shit remembers to remind me to call Comcast and the electrician. I’m only here to take care of things around the house/kids and service him. This hurts.

30 weeks pregnant and just found out I have an extremely rare type of cancer. Not sure how to tell people or if I even want to. Very hopeful and optimistic nonetheless.

DH cheated on me with his high school crush. She had the nerve to message me and tell me how amazing he is in bed. Well, sister, you're right. He is.

None of my dishes match.

They found the cancer in her brain

My parents are bad grandparents. My mom does nothing but guilt trip me and make everything about her. OVER IT.

H is on disability (60%) pay for 3 months after surgery, but just got mad at me because he promised the kids Chinese takeout for dinner and we can't afford it. Now I'm the bad guy because I can't pull $50 out of my ass to pay for it.

30 years ago I abandoned my baby boy with his father's family. They were a much better alternative to him than I was. They loved him & I would've just ruined his life if I kept him. I hope he's happy, healthy, & doesn't hate me.

I hate people who blurt shit out all under the guise of "just being honest" or "telling it like it is". No, you're not honest you're just an asshole who doesn't care about peoples' feelings or know how to use your filters.

I sometimes sweep dirt under the refrigerator.

If DH doesn't get his act together, after making me move hundreds of miles away, I am going to drive the fuck back to my real home.

I almost took up this guy's offer (who isn't even my type at all) for sex because I'm PMSing and horny. Got me a vibrator today and after I came a few times, I'm so glad I didn't go thru with it. The feeling is gone. Now he's blowing up my phone. Fuck.

Despite living a life of dealing with constant family crisis, I am fairly together and happy. But this latest one has me so unnerved, I feel like I'm slowly shattering inside. Please give me the strength and patience to survive this. I'm getting to old.

My son is coming out of prison, after a long, long sentence, to stay with me for a few months until he can get his own place. I'm feeling so much anxiety over the unexpected, I want to vomit.

I know people judge and hate it but I really need my golden retriever to have puppies. It’s like a small lottery if they sell and we can maybe get ahead.

I refuse to eat a anything my FIL makes. He loves everything extremely spicy and doesn't understand not everyone does so he'll try and sneak it in without telling ppl. Got sick once and it won't happen again, he thinks it's funny.

My mother slept with my boyfriend junior year of hs. She slept w/several of my other classmates as well. She is a sex offender & should've done jail time. If a man did that same exact shit everyone would want to see him hang.

It really fucking bothers me that H discusses our finances & other personal shit with his friends like it's no big deal. I don't talk about our personal business with anyone.

H & I went for ice cream & after we sat down he asked if he could have a taste of mine. Wtf? No. Ask the lady at the counter for a sample of you want to taste it, don't slobber up my brand new fucking ice cream cone!

I'm ashamed of my H. I'm also ashamed of how low I let my standards get just because I was lonely.

5 months in and need to decide between giving between giving up breastfeeding or taking antibiotics for two months to heal the cystic boils that have started to scare both of my shoulder blades. This sucks.