I am in love with my boyfriend for past 10 years. Currently I changed my job, one of my colleague said he will give lift in his bike since my house was very far. I went on his bike for a few days maybe 5 days. But I didn't tell my boyfriend about this. One day my colleague asked me to kiss him and I kissed him on his cheeks without thinking about my love.. I went with him on the bike only because of far away home. Once we were talking in office, he touched my breast for a second, I immediately left the meeting room and went to my seat. He called me to talk, but he did this nonsense. After that I stopped going with him. I stopped talking with him. I didn't even tell this to my boyfriend, who is my husband now. After nearly 3 years of this thing, I am feeling very very guilty now. I really know it's a sin to my true love. It's the biggest mistake of my life. I love my hubby more than my life. I would die for him, but I feel I cheated him. I don't know how to overcome this mistake. Every day its hurting me, please tell me what shall I do. It's killing me everyday.
I hate my parents, although I love them for being my parents and all, they did not molest me in any kind and offered me the best they had so I guess this rant is rather ungrateful. That's the thing, they are just simple minded who flew with the wind innocently, way too innocent and just are being stupid. They just suck plain and simple. My mom doesn't understand anything to life and is afraid of everything that occurs, she's definitely the weakest person I know. My father is somewhat better, he is a good man but he is so stubborn that it keeps him in his loneliness and complete refusal of evolution of life.
What I am angry about is that they just kept on making mistakes all throughout my education and I had to make me entirely myself.
When I was fat and bullied, they told me I'd lose fat when I'd grow up and did nothing else. When I tried to lose weight by not eating for 10 days straight my nurse of a mom didn't do anything against it. When my mom found out that I smoked, she proposed to buy me cigarettes so I'd not waste money on it (nobody smokes in the entire family). When I smoked pot in front of them they did nothing about it either. DAMN IT WHAT KIND OF PARENT ARE YOU?
Now I don't smoke pot anymore and I have a rather decent life but I continuously had to fight the traits I have inherited from them in order to be the person I want to be. I have not made a single step in life without failing considerably and now I am afraid to progress because I know that I will bite the dust.
They make themselves look like fools to everyone, particularly me. They do not have any notion of appearance (I'm picky or materialistic at all but they not really dressing like hobos) to the point that I am embarrassed to hang out with them.
My mom doesn't know how to cook, doesn't have any sense of style and cannot work her way around a house at all (ironing, sewing, cleaning). She does it somehow but a 5th grader would do better. My father never taught me anything significant and we never had any father-son bond of any kind (doing sports, fishing, road trips, sex talk and so on). They never supported any decision I made, always been like "sure, if that's what you want". That led me to make terribly wrong choices so many times. I could be glad that they had this attitude rather than opposing to everything but a little common sense would have gone a long way.
So there I am, have been a loser all my life and fighting recurring depression because of all that, and also for hating my parents. Forced autosuggestion has helped me to achieve good things but deep inside I know that I will never be able to achieve anything great because of these genetics barriers and it tears me apart from my dreams.
One of the reasons why I want to have kids is that I never want to make the same mistakes and I want to smash them across the face when they make mistakes and love them limitless righteously and truly make them superheroes of the new generation. My kids are going to rock that earth so bad you'll be sick of hearing about them in the news.
So yeah, I hate my parents and I have to put up with their boring crap every time I am in contact with them even though I live across the globe from them and it makes me hurl. I only do it because I feel the duty of being a son but it makes me sick.
I live in the Bible Belt, in a small ass town in the middle of nowhere. Otherwise known as Texas. All of my friends are so religious, and I'm terrified to tell them that I (15/w) am an agnostic/atheist. That I've never felt a connection with "god" and never really believed in him. At church I would sit and not pay attention. I'm fine with it though. I think of it as the fact that I don't need a book to tell me how to live. I'm strong, independent, and mature enough that I don't need to be told how to live my life. That I can make the right decisions in life without a rule book on the right a wrong.
I (m) wanted to go with two of my classmates on vacation this summer. I asked them again and again when we were going to drive to the travel agency together and book a flight. I always got the lazy response that they wanted to do it later sometime. When I asked again at some point, they told me that they had already booked 2 weeks ago – for just the two of them. They apparently "forgot" to tell me about it. Yeah, right. So, on the next day I went to the travel agency to see what they could book me. As a single traveler, it unfortunately cost 300-400 euros more. Same flight there, but a different hotel and a different flight back than those jerks.
Now they're asking me if I can still pick them up and take them to the airport on the departure day. Our flight leaves just before 5 am which means that there are no trains at that hour. It takes about 2 hours to drive to the airport, and both guys live 25 kilometers in the wrong direction. When I asked about gas money, they only asked, "Can't you make an exception? We're so strapped for cash. Please, we have no other way to get to the airport." Although I was simmering inside, I just played along. Hopefully they won’t get their own ride– I've had enough of their audacity and I'm not going to be taken for a fool anymore. So, I simply won't pick them up on the departure day. I'll leave them at home and let them make their own way to the airport. I hope they miss their flight and I'll just tell them that I "forgot" to get them.
After getting bilked on the bill for several computer repairs I did for private customers, I started making a DVD backup up each computer's internet browser cache files and cookies. When a customer failed to pay me on time, a simple phone call to the customer saying that I had their internet history on a disk and would be happy to share it with their spouse got me my money within a day nine out of ten times.
When the missing man, thinking he had balls of brass, cursed at me and said that he didn't care, his wife knew all about his sexual habits. This was true: his videos of himself in women's lingerie included his wife as well. So I e-mailed him a copy of his entire e-mail contact list, asking, "Do all your friends and family know as well?" He promptly paid up as well.