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My boyfriend got promoted, and I broke up with him three days later.
We worked for the same company. I’d been there longer, stayed late more often, and spent months trying to get the position he eventually got.
When he called to tell me the news, I congratulated him. I even took him out for dinner.
But watching him celebrate something I’d wanted so badly made me feel sick.
He started earning more than me, his manager praised him constantly, and suddenly he was giving me career advice I never asked for.
The final straw was when he joked that I could finally let him pay for dinner since he was “the successful one” now.
He meant it playfully.
I didn’t take it that way.
Three days later, I told him I didn’t think we were compatible anymore.
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In VisionQuest, Vision saying that only Bruce Banner and Tony Stark could fix his injuries rubbed me the wrong way.
What about Dr. Helen Cho? She was the scientist who developed the Regeneration Cradle and created the synthetic living tissue used to build Vision’s body in Age of Ultron.
Tony and Bruce helped bring Vision to life, but Helen’s technology was fundamental to his creation. Without her work, the Vision we know might never have existed in the first place.
And it’s not just Vision. Helen also helped treat Clint Barton’s injuries, yet the MCU has barely explored her scientific potential since Age of Ultron.
How do you introduce a scientist capable of creating advanced synthetic living tissue and then practically leave her out of the story?
Helen Cho deserves far more recognition in the MCU. If VisionQuest is exploring Vision’s identity, body and humanity, wouldn’t bringing back the scientist who helped create him make perfect sense?
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I brought my wife to the UK because I wanted us to build a better future together.
But shortly after we arrived, I discovered she was cheating on me with her Nigerian boyfriend.
The same woman I trusted, sacrificed for, and promised to spend my life with was secretly seeing a man
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Do hackers never dream of greatness? Why aren’t you hacking into something and wiping out everybody’s student loans or clearing everyone’s debt? No! Instead, somebody hacked my Spotify account just to add moaning sounds to my playlist. LIKE, WHAT ARE YOU GAINING FROM THIS? You have the skills to change lives, and THIS is what you choose to do with them?
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I let him think he's taking advantage of me, but I actually enjoy it.
I(f) have a roommate(m) and we hang out together a lot at night after work. We watch tv mostly, have binged several shows together and seen more movies than I can count. We often make food to share, and sometimes have drinks. Sometimes we lay together on the couch when we do these things and have gotten pretty close in the past. Neither of us ever made a move though
Then one night like 8 months ago, we both drank a little more than usual and got closer than we normally do. Basically, we ended up having sex and falling asleep together on the couch. In the morning, he wasn't there though and had already left for work, which wasn't all that weird. From my point of view our night together was amazing, and I was thinking about it all day.
But the when we both got home again later, he didn't bring it up and didn't act any different. It confused me, so I didn't bring it up either, but felt like there was a weird elephant in the room. I summed it up to maybe him thinking it was just some kind of drunken mistake and was embarrassed it happened. Honestly, it disappointed me, but I figured it was best just to move on. Things went back to normal.
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Let (most of a) frat party finish inside me, raw
(I'm infertile, meaning I was diagnosed by a doctor to be incapable of getting pregnant, found this out after this happened)
I only turned 18 a couple of months ago, but I heard some boy I was really into at the time this happened was going to a 'frat party'! Didn't know what it meant until I got there and saw it was almost completely boys. I still can't remember what happened, but I ended up getting super horny, and it turned into me having rough sex with the guy I was into. We didn't have condoms and I never considered birth control, but he definitely came
I spent the whole weekend at a hotel with three of my husbands coworkers
my husband thinks i went to visit my parents. instead i drove two hours and checked into a hotel. three guys he works with met me there. we stayed in the room from friday night until sunday afternoon.they took turns with me the entire time. one after another, over and over. all three of them came inside me multiple times. i let them do whatever they wanted. we ordered food to the
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Look at your life.
You may once have trekked because you lacked transport fare.
You begged for palm oil just to cook oil rice.
You begged for kerosene to put in your stove.
You begged for seasoning cubes just to make your dry food taste better.
You were saved from accidents multiple times.
You had a life-threatening illness and were near death.
Your parents were unable to pay your school fees.
You were unable to pay school fees for your children.
You went to bed hungry.
Your children or parents were sick and near death.
You were jobless and always in want.
You were stuck in unhealthy habits.
Your life was heading in a direction you didn't understand.
You were lost and unsaved.
You may have gone through one or several of the above, yet here you are today, still alive and better. You may not be where you desire to be, but you are no longer mentioned in the list above.
The little progress you have made is reason enough to be grateful and to trust your Maker.
If you will continue to trust the Giver of life and the Maker of all things, and live a life of continued gratitude to Him, He will guide you and take you further in life.
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Thor’s give that direct stare, the posture that doesn’t ask for space, the look that feels like she’s already measured the room and decided it doesn’t get to decide for her.
Side by side it doesn’t feel like a meme. It feels like two people who would recognize the same kind of pressure, just from opposite directions.
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She was already half-asleep when he came to bed, the sheets cool against her bare legs. He didn’t speak. He just slid in behind her and fit his body to hers, chest to her back, one arm resting lightly across her waist.
For a moment he stayed still, letting her settle into the warmth of him. Then his hand moved slow, open-palmed over the soft skin of her stomach. He traced the line of her hip with his fingertips, barely touching, just enough for her to feel the drag of his skin against hers.
She sighed and pressed back into him.
His mouth found the curve of her shoulder. He kissed her there once, then again, lower, lips parted so she could feel the heat of his breath. His hand drifted higher, cupping the weight of her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple in a slow, lazy circle until it tightened under his touch.
“Mmm,” she breathed. Nothing more.
He stayed like that, mouth moving in soft, unhurried kisses along her neck while his fingers continued their gentle work rolling, stroking, pausing whenever her breath hitched so he could feel the way she reacted. His other hand slid down between her thighs, not pushing, just resting there, warm and heavy, letting her decide how close she wanted him.
She shifted, opening for him a little. His fingers followed, stroking once along the outside of her underwear, then again, slower, feeling the damp heat through the fabric. He didn’t rush to move it aside. He just kept touching her like that, light and steady, while his lips stayed at her ear.
“You’re so warm,” he murmured.
She reached back and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her neck. Every slow stroke of his hand sent a soft pulse through her. She could feel him hard against her, but he didn’t grind. He just stayed close, breathing with her, fingers moving in the same patient rhythm until her hips started to rock into his touch on their own.
The rain had stopped. The only sound left was the quiet shift of sheets and the soft, broken breaths she couldn’t quite hold in.
His fingers finally slipped beneath the fabric.
And stayed there.
Not moving yet. Just resting against her, letting her feel exactly how ready she was for him while his mouth continued its slow path along her skin like he had all night, and intended to use every second of it.
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夜勤が終わって更衣室で白衣を脱いでたら、手が震えてた。
彼の名前が頭の中でずっと回ってた。患者さんの息子さん。42歳。母親が末期がんで入院してる人。
最初はただの「優しい人」だった。
毎晩、面会時間が終わった後に残って、母親の手を握りながら泣いてた。私は看護師として「大丈夫ですよ」って声をかけてただけ。
でもある夜、彼が廊下で崩れ落ちてて、そのまま私の肩に額を預けてきた。
「もう耐えられない」って。
私は彼を抱きしめた。
ただそれだけだったはずなのに、彼の匂いが残って、帰ってからも忘れられなかった。
翌週、母親の容体が急変した夜。彼が私を呼び止めて、「少しだけ話を聞いてほしい」って言った。
私たちは病院の屋上に行って、ずっと話した。
彼は結婚してる。子供もいる。
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A little story about me and my relationship with my husband
I was married to one of the most hottest, handsome, tall rich man, he was kind, caring and loving but his weakness was not being good in bed.
I know everyone has a weakness, but his was something I always struggle with, it affected me mentally and emotionally.
But one day I dumped into a old friend of mine, she look beautiful and strong, the most amazing thing was that she looked at me and complimented me.
"You look beautiful" she said
Words I last had from my husband yr back, a sudden happiness field me and immediately she looked attractive.
So we exchanged number and promised to call her.
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SISTER: Your Honor, my brother manipulated our mother into leaving him the family home. I’m asking the court to invalidate the will.
JUDGE: What makes you believe he pressured her?
SISTER: He was living with her during the last few months of her life. He managed her appointments, took care of her paperwork, and then, suddenly, he was the only child getting the house.
BROTHER: I never asked her to leave it to me.
SISTER: Honestly, you expect me to believe that?
JUDGE: Mr. Carter, let her finish.
SISTER: Our mother told me she planned to divide everything equally. But three months before she died, she changed the will. My brother got a house worth $480,000, and I received a much smaller portion of the rest of the estate.
JUDGE: Mr. Harris, did you prepare the will?
SOLICITOR: Yes, Your Honor. I met with Mrs. Carter alone. She understood what she owned, who her children were, and what her decision would mean.
SISTER: Was my brother there?....
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I was a victim of human trafficking and it’s hurt me everyday
This is how it started a man came to the strip club I was working at. Looking for someone vulnerable. I was. He told me he has drugs, a few of my favorites & I had been sober for a few months. He caught me on a good day because I agreed to leave with him. We get to his house and everything is normal for about one day. We were hanging around and doing drugs. Since we were injecting the drugs (he was injecting me) I completely lost control of how much I was using. I was so beyond impaired. He kept injecting me making me more and more impaired, and I have absolutely no control over myself at this point. He takes me to a spare room in his house, and tells me to get in my underwear. He started taking pictures of me. He posted them online on a site that used to be used for prostitution. He told me I have to stay in the room and meet with these men. I was so fucked up I couldn’t defend myself at all. Over the next 5 days this was my life, these men would come in the room and have their way with me , and the guy would collect all the money. He kept me there with intimidation and threats. He was still injecting me with drugs. I thought if I did what he wanted for long enough he would let me go, & I wanted to be fucked up anyways because of how much I was disgusted with myself. All the sudden one of the days the fog was more clear in my head, I was able to think and move, and I got out of the room and found his phone and used it, I stole some cash from his wallet and called a cab. I took the cab to my moms house a beaten delusional mess. I cried to her and she held me. I was free.
This was about 4 years ago. It now haunts me daily, I get triggered when I’m having sex and I just have to run away. I have flashbacks quite often and I’m so ashamed to talk about it. I wanted to confess on here so I could let all these words out of my head. I am on medication and I need to go back to the therapist. I’m making an appointment tomorrow.
