I have a crush on a senior in my school. I always feel horrible about it because he's way out of my league and that I'd never be enough for him - that is if he even considers me in the first place. I wanted to have a crush on someone for some sort of refreshment through mundane school days but it's becoming a source of insecurity for me. I feel so dumb.
My brother-in-law's funeral was yesterday. It was a very tragic sight. His wife and child died a few months ago. He left everything to us. Secretly I don't feel bad or guilty for accepting all that inheritance.
I want you to be happy. If I am not the one who makes you happy, then I hope you'll be with the one who does make you happy. The one who you'll make time for instead of having to check your calendar for more important events. The who you'll spend the holidays with instead of complaining about spending too much time together. Even though I celebrated your favorite holidays with you and your family despite you never wanting to do the same for me.
I've been married almost 30 years. My spouse no longer seems to have any desire to be intimate with me. I long for physical contact yet the only thing I get is complaints from my spouse about what I've done, or haven't done. I'm tired of it all.
The only thing that keeps me going lately / makes me feel happy is academic validation but I'm finishing school soon so I don't know what I'm going to do after that. Even when I do get compliments on work I feel good for a minute and the next day I'm back to feeling like I'm not smart enough or good enough.
I secretly watched my cousin sister bathing and changing her clothes... I have seen her boobs figure and j*rked fantasizing her.
I messed everything up with my boyfriend and I'm worried it'll never be good again and we will break up.
My favorite fanfic of all time is an adultery story about Ron Weasley and Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter... I reread it tons as well. ๐ญ ๐๐ฝ
I let my boyfriends dad do me over his studyโs desk and I loved it, he was way bigger than my boyfriend.