I know that I will never marry again. I know that I am too fat and bitchy that I will die alone. My kids hate my anger and I cant blame them. I dont have a xlose friend because I suck at it. People either take advantage of me, or ignore me. I dont wish to kill myself, but I do know I will be alone for the rest of my life.

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Is wife cheating???? I've been with my wife for 5 years and for the good part of it I have been unhappy. I was about end it within the first year when she told me she was pregnant. We have a son who is my whole world. He is very close to me and I could not bare not seeing him everyday. I know if we split my wife would make it as difficult as possible to see him and cripple me financially. So those are the reasons I stay with her. She is very beautiful so gets a lot of attention from men. A few years ago she received a valentines card. That night I found her talking on facebook with numerous men trying to find out who had sent it. One was an ex who is was telling she still loved, another she was virtually asking to have an affair with. She played it all down and made out I was being paranoid. Since I have found calls to ex boyfriends, flirty messages to other guys, late nights with terrible excuses. The latest one though is she went to a BBQ one lunchtime and came back the next day. On her facebook was a picture of a guys penis and she had a graze on her forearm that looked like a friction burn to me. She always says I'm overreacting, am I? Today I found contraceptive pills in her dressing gown pocket, I've been sterilised for 3 years. Is it all in my mind or am I right in thinking shes playing away?

Is wife cheating???? I've been with my wife for 5 years and for the good part of it I have been unh...

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I've Been Keeping a Secret For 44 Years I’ve been keeping for 44 years. Lately it’s been bothering me and this is my first step in letting this secret be known. I’m a 49 year old male and I’ve never told another living soul what I’m about to write. Today I also plan to tell my wife. When I was five years old (1966), I was in the hospital for a hernia operation. That first night in the hospital room I was given an injection which made me very weak and almost paralyzed. Later a man entered the room and raped me. This rape was violent enough that he ripped my a* and bloodied my nose when he forced my face into the bed. The memories of this are still crystal clear in my mind. After he raped me, he held me forcefully by the back of my neck and put his lips to my ear and told me that if I ever told anyone he would have to kill my mother and father. Then he asked me if I wanted them to die, of course I didn’t. He left me and sometime later, I regained enough strength to crawl far enough up on the bed to press a button to call a nurse. When the nurse didn’t come I kept pressing and pressing it until she did. When she eventually came into the room, from her reaction I could tell she was shocked by what she saw. She left and brought other nurses. My hands and pillow were covered in blood. One nurse kept asking “who did this to you?, who did this to you?”, but of course I didn’t know, I never even saw his face. They washed me and changed the sheets on the bed. They spent a lot of time washing me and examining my backside. Nothing was ever said to my parents. While I honestly didn’t understand what had happened to me at the time, I knew it was something bad, I followed the instructions of the rapist and I never told my parents. I think back and wonder why the nurses, as adults, didn’t tell my parents. Did they fear losing their jobs? Did they fear a lawsuit? I suppose I’ll never know. The surgery the next morning went as scheduled. The pain of the torn a* was far greater than that of the hernia operation and I couldn’t sit without a lot of pain for weeks afterward but I still never said a word. When I was well enough to play outdoors I can remember the physical pain as a result of the rape lasted far longer than that of the operation. As I got older I fully understood what happened to me that night. I still never told anyone because I was too embarrassed. No young male wants to tell people the time he was anally raped. Then when I became an adult I still never told anyone, I just never had a reason to talk about it and I suppose I didn't want to burden others with my misfortune. Sometimes, I still have nightmares of being held by the back of the neck by the rapist and I hear him telling me he would have to kill my parents if I tell anyone. Here it is 44 years later and I’m still reliving that night. Today, I took the afternoon off from work because it was a beautiful day and as I drove home from work, I found myself thinking about that night with tears streaming down my cheeks. I suddenly realized that 44 years later I’ve still been following the instructions of the rapist. Well it's time to stop, seconds from now when I press the confess button and post this story, I’m not following his instructions anymore.

I've Been Keeping a Secret For 44 Years I’ve been keeping for 44 years. Lately it’s been bothering m...

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Ok so after 5 yrs of marriage i decide i'm going to cheat on my loving - but boring - wife. so i go to this nice hotel downtown where i know there are working girls at the large bar. i spot one who is eyeing me from across the bar area, i buy her a couple drinks while chatting. i tell her i'm married. she tells me she's only working not looking for a relationship. we talk more and drink more and i actually start to like her and want to get with her. she tells me to go get a room and i do. she actually blows me in the elevator on the way upstairs. we walk in the room and she pushes me against the back of the door and finishes the bj and she is spectacular. we get in the bed and she insists we leave the lights off. we hold each other for a while and then she blows me again long enough to get me good and hard and then she mounts me in a reverse cowgirl, which somehow she knows is my favorite position. so she gets me off and i mean OFF. we relax for a while and have another drink from the mini-bar with the room still dark. we hold each other under the sheets again and then she asks me to go down on her. i think again how she knows the things i love and eating p** is near the top of that list. so down i go as she spreads her legs open to me. only then do i realize she has a c. a big c. a HUGE c*. i balk and i start to get sick to my stomach. i fall back on the bed and sort of freak. she was incredibly nice about it and apologized profusely. she said she assumed i knew what she was since almost all of the men who come on to her can sense it. she gave me her phone number as i left and told me to call her anytime if i decided i wanted to "walk on the wild side" (i may be the only man alive who didn't know what that phrase meant until that night). i guess this is what i get for deciding to cheat in the first place. but now i have found myself starting to think about this very beautiful girl (that's still how i think of her) more and more and i sometimes even drive by the hotel and think about going inside to see if she's there. i don't know if i could perform now knowing what i know and worrying the whole time........does this make me gay? or does it just make me a horrible husband? or both?

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