Cheating Confessions

29F. I recently got married to a guy who's partly bald and has a pot belly. I really liked his standard of living therefore gave in. As time passed,out of the blue my Ex texted me, I just got surprised and excited tbh. We met over a coffee and since then one thing led to another and ended up in bed. Since then it became a daily affair, one day my husband came home early and caught us in the act. He has filed for divorce. The good part is he has no proof of infidelity. Can I get his house, BMW and maybe a lakh per month as maintainence in alimony so that my ex and I can get married and live peacefully. Im not asking for much, it' bare minimum. Kindly help.

28M here. I never thought I'd write something like this, but I guess some things become too heavy to carry alone. My story started when I was in 11th standard and she was in 8th. I got to know her through a friend. We studied in different schools and lived in different places, so our relationship grew through phone calls and text messages. Back then, we had a recharge plan that allowed only 75 messages a day. Somehow, we managed to use every one of them. We shared everything—our days, dreams, fears, and slowly became part of each other's lives. For a while, family issues forced us to lose contact. I thought that chapter had ended. Then she joined college, reached out again, and we picked up right where we left off. We eventually met for the first time when she was staying in a hostel. She had only two hours of outing permission, and we spent those two hours at a cake and ice cream shop. It may sound insignificant, but to me it felt like years of conversations had finally found a face. Time passed. I completed college, got placed in Chennai, and we grew closer. We travelled together, spent more time together, and I genuinely believed we were building a future. I trusted her completely. I came from a modest background and knew what it felt like to have dreams that seemed out of reach. Since I couldn't achieve some of the opportunities I wanted, I wanted her to have them instead. I supported her education, helped financially whenever I could, and genuinely wanted her to succeed. For years, I believed what we had was real. Then during her postgraduate studies, I found out she was involved with other guys. My world collapsed. The strange thing is that even after learning the truth, I still wanted her. I've always been a one-woman man. From the moment I loved her, I imagined spending my life with her. What hurt most was that while I was pleading with her not to leave, she was pleading with someone else to come back. I'm not saying this to portray her as a bad person. Life is rarely that simple. But that was my reality. Eventually, she told me she didn't want me anymore. That period broke me. I went through panic attacks, lost focus, and struggled to function normally. The days passed without her presence, but never without her memories. To survive, I focused on myself. I worked harder than ever. One of the proudest moments of my life was buying my first car. Growing up, there were times when even owning a bicycle felt impossible. By God's grace, life had changed. Ironically, around that time, she came back. She said she had made a mistake and wanted me in her life again. Logic told me not to go back. My heart didn't listen. So I gave us another chance. Years passed. What started as a school-time connection had now stretched across more than a decade. Whenever I asked whether she had lost interest, I always gave her the option to leave. Every time, she assured me she wanted me. Yet the same patterns continued. I eventually discovered she was cheating again. The pain wasn't just about what she did. It was realizing that even after knowing her best and worst sides, I still couldn't stop loving her. When I confronted her, she disappeared from my life once again. And now, here I am. Alone. I know I'll probably never see her again. Never hear her voice again. For years, we shared every detail of our lives. She wasn't just someone I loved—she became part of who I was. It's been more than a year, but I still don't want to forget her. I still find myself checking her profile more often than I should. Not because I expect a message. In fact, a part of me hopes she never comes back. Because if she did, I'd have to fight the same battle between my heart and my mind all over again. I don't think she was an evil person. In many ways, she was one of the most beautiful souls I knew. That's what makes everything so confusing. The person who gave me some of my happiest memories also gave me some of my deepest wounds. Despite everything, I genuinely want her to be happy. And if there is such a thing as another life, I hope we meet under different circumstances—without the confusion, the hurt, or the bad timing. Maybe then our story would have a different ending. Today, I have a decent life. My family is proud of me. They're looking for marriage alliances because they're worried I'll spend my life alone. If I'm being honest, that fear lives inside me too. I don't know whether I'm holding on to love, memories, or simply a future I imagined but never had. All I know is that after all these years, I'm still trying to find my way forward. Sorry for the long post. I used to skip lengthy confessions and wonder who had the patience to read them. Turns out everyone's story looks long until it's your turn to tell your own. If you've read this far, thank you. You've probably spent more time reading about my relationship than the person in it spent choosing me.

I am a 39-year-old woman with two children — an 11-year-old daughter and a 6-month-old baby boy. My life has been full of ups and downs, and I often feel many of my struggles are the result of my own impulsive emotional decisions. Sometimes I feel I have spoiled my own life in ways I never imagined. My husband and I had a love marriage in 2012, though we knew each other since 2008. We came from middle-class families and, being middle children, carried responsibilities for both sides of the family. Financially, we supported many relatives — my husband’s siblings and my own family as well. I spent most of my salary helping others, taking loans for my siblings’ education and marriage, and supporting family needs. Today, I have almost no savings, no jewelry of my own, and most of my salary goes toward loans. Despite giving so much, I often felt emotionally neglected, unseen, and unappreciated — both in my in-laws’ family and my own. During family gatherings, I felt cornered and lonely. Deep inside, I craved love, attention, emotional connection, and respect. In 2019, my life changed when I became emotionally attached to a colleague. Over time, the attachment became very strong. I even told him I would divorce my husband so we could marry, but he refused because he feared social judgment and damaging his reputation. Despite trying to end the relationship several times, we could not separate emotionally. Eventually, he got married due to family and societal pressure. I was heartbroken and even tried to stop the marriage, but later accepted it. After only a few months, his marriage fell apart due to personal issues between them. During that time, he chose me and wanted a future together. I even moved into a rented flat away from my husband and family to gain clarity, but eventually returned because I could not stay away from my daughter. In April 2023, I confessed my affair to my husband. He was deeply hurt but never cruel to me. We started divorce proceedings and even attended our first court hearing in tears. Yet he told me to choose the life that would make me happy. Later, we paused the divorce and continued living together. My husband remained calm and supportive, but I failed to fully end contact with my boyfriend, who was still waiting for clarity about our future. In 2025, I found out I was pregnant with my boyfriend’s child. I was devastated and terrified. I discovered the pregnancy after 10 weeks and felt emotionally broken. I did not want to terminate the pregnancy, but I was equally afraid of society, my husband, and the consequences. My boyfriend wanted to keep the baby and emotionally supported me. Since I still had no clarity about marriage or my future, we decided he would raise the baby after birth. For nearly seven months, I hid my pregnancy while living with my in-laws. I dealt with sickness, emotional pain, fear, and loneliness completely alone. Even my mother did not know. Later, I moved away claiming work reasons and stayed with my boyfriend during the final months of pregnancy. I gave birth to a baby boy and cared for him for two months before returning. Leaving him behind was emotionally devastating, but I believed I was following what had already been decided. After returning home, I told my husband the truth again. He was heartbroken, yet once again asked me to choose the life that would truly make me happy. The problem is that I am not happy. When I am with my husband and daughter, I deeply miss my boyfriend and baby boy. When I am with my boyfriend and son, I feel guilt and miss my husband and daughter. My daughter chose to stay with her father, which completely broke me. I wanted both my children to grow up together with me, but life seems to have taken another path. My husband still hopes we can rebuild our marriage, while my boyfriend wants us to build a life together for the sake of our son and stability. I feel emotionally torn, confused, guilty, and unable to decide where I truly belong or what life would bring peace to everyone involved. Sometimes, I feel so overwhelmed by the consequences of my choices that I want to run away from everything. I am not looking for sympathy or criticism of anyone involved. I know mistakes were made, including by me. I am only trying to understand what the right path forward is — for myself, my daughter, my son, and everyone connected to this situation. I would truly appreciate respectful and honest thoughts.

I am an officer in an Indian PSU from a lower middle-class General category family with two elder sisters and parents. Joining PSU was a major achievement. Academically bright, I was raised to deeply respect women, instilled with superhero-like morality, ethics, and honesty. Conditioned to believe women don't want s**x while men crave it, I idealized purity. I look decent but not tall/attractive, remain introverted, self-critical, and conscientious. Some life events shook me, making me question if life is worth living. Previously posted remotely, I transferred to a corporate location. A senior engaged girl (good-looking, officers' union position) joined my department. Her fiancé worked in her hometown. As a boy craving female attention but with low self-esteem, I never initiated. Boss directed her to me for work doubts, leading to conversations. She was extroverted. She invited me for lunch walks, movies, brought midnight birthday cake in the shared township hostel. This was my first serious female interaction. She shared sob stories about ill-treatment by parents/family, forced arranged marriage instead of love, toxic exes, calling me a "nice guy." She invited me to her room at midnight twice, once drunk saying she loved me. I maintained boundaries due to morality, her upcoming marriage, and low confidence—never crossed lines despite growing attachment and falling for her. After a 2-week work trip, she suddenly distanced herself, acting normal. I asked; she blamed me. We resumed friendly walks/talks. I later learned she had lived with another guy (transferred) and was close to another senior (Karan) from previous department. Suspicious, I saw Karan visiting her hostel at midnight. She pressured me to drink. I discovered she was s**xually involved with Karan even a week before her wedding (he attended). Shocked and traumatized by her happy wedding reels. Post-wedding, she continued the affair with Karan. I subtly confronted her emotional state, lies, and my role. She dismissed my vulnerabilities, maintained victim acts and multiple lies. Emotionally cold, no empathy. I confronted out of frustration; she turned hostile, blocked me everywhere, told me to "die," and acted like nothing happened. I turned to ChatGPT for therapy as I couldn't share with anyone (feared dismissal as "fool chasing married woman"). She enjoyed manipulation, cheating, and sadism. Karan enabled it (he's married now). This shattered my trust, caused deep trauma. As a woman in power (senior, union), confronting risks career. I feel inhumanly discarded after sharing vulnerabilities. Reflecting on narcissism, society, politicians—wonder why moral/emotional people like me suffer. Is this how high society functions?

I am a 28-year-old male in an arranged marriage setup. Our roka is done and engagement is scheduled soon. I am a virgin with no past relationships, romantic involvement, or physical experience. My fiancée is 25. A few months into our relationship, she started opening up about her past. Initially, she told me about one relationship where she had physical intimacy twice. Recently, after several difficult conversations, she disclosed more details: - A boyfriend in 10th class. According to her, everyone in school knew about them. She says they hugged but never kissed. - A boyfriend from her first office. According to her, everyone there knew about the relationship. She says they loved each other, but she ended it because he was very negative and discouraging. - A man she met through a friend of a friend, with whom she had physical intimacy twice. She later found out he was involved with another girl and ended things. - Another man she met through Instagram. According to her, she was ready to become physical with him, but left after realizing he was only using her to get over his ex. - An office senior who kissed her forehead multiple times. She says she never kissed him romantically and was never physical with him because she felt he was mainly interested in her body. She has also told me about a phase in her life where she drank heavily after being emotionally hurt and sometimes spent time with random groups of people at wine shops or on the roadside. She strongly insists that she was never physical with anyone during that phase. The issue is not that I discovered any cheating. In fact, she has been very loving and emotionally expressive with me. She wears a pendant with my name, talks about our future, reassures me frequently, says she feels safe with me, and recently cried when she thought I wanted to end the relationship. My struggle is that I am a virgin with no past, while her past is much more extensive than I expected. Learning all of this has affected me more than I thought it would. I constantly find myself thinking things like: - What if there is still more that I don't know? - What if some details were minimized? - What if there were more emotional or physical experiences than she disclosed? - Am I struggling because of her past, or because I keep searching for certainty? What confuses me is that she continues to be very affectionate and patient with me, even when I become distant or harsh because of my overthinking. She has even taken oaths that she is telling me the truth, but I still find myself doubting. I have started to realize that even when I get answers, my mind often moves on to the next doubt. That makes me wonder whether my real problem is her past or my inability to tolerate uncertainty. Has anyone here been in a similar situation where you were a virgin with no past, but your future spouse had multiple relationships and some physical history? - How did you deal with the constant thoughts and comparisons? - How did you rebuild trust when there wasn't actual cheating, but there was a lot of anxiety? - Did acceptance come with time, or was there something specific that helped? - How do you tell the difference between a genuine trust issue and your own overthinking? I would really appreciate honest advice from people who have gone through something similar.

Hello, pls post this! F29, I had been into relationship with my ex bf, he promised that we will get married but his mother did not approve the marriage however she always knew about our relationship. Now he is happily married to another girl. During our relationship, I met his friend who became my friend too, he knew about us everything and we always been good friends. Now after years since I broke up with my ex, but his friend now interested to marry me, despite knowing everything about my past with his friend. My friend seems to be a genuine guy, but I am not able to think about him in certain way so that I can marry him, considering he knows everything about me. Somehow I am not comfortable with this fact, I always consider him as my good friend. Due to the betrayal of my ex, it’s hard for me to trust a man and I am not ready for marriage, neither with my friend nor anyone else. I am girl who is independent and doing everything absolutely fine with everything like taking care of family, finances, job, having business, secured my future and mostly will take financial retirement in few years, except the personal life which doesn’t make sense to me that I should get married. Please advise genuinely!

M29 I resigned from my job and cannot face my girlfriend who is also working in same project. And it completely broke me. 2months after graduation (@21) I got a job in a renowned MNC in a different city. I got a crush on my TL, who is married and has a kid. I received so much help from this lady. She was lovely and generous. We bonded well. She used to bring lunch for me sometimes. I attended my first office party and she was there too, looking upset. I asked how is she doing, she said 'ok'. I was sitting in corner looking at people dancing, talking, I was very socially awkward to talk to anybody. In the middle of the party my TL came to me and said, she is leaving and asked how am I going to my pg, I said I will take a cab. She asked if I want to leave with her, so that she can drop me, I said yes. In the car she asked if I was feed well, I said I only had appetizers. She said she knows a good roadside food place, if I want to go. We had food and good conversation. She asked me to stay the in her apartment, I stayed. We had more conversation about our personal life at her apartment, about her husband, who work at merchant navy, didn't came home for past 5 years as he settled with someone in Canada, her daughter is studying in another city, how she struggle to brought her up. She cried, I don't know how to sympathies her, I tried to hug her, she hug me tight for 3-4 minutes. And then she kissed me, I felt a little bit awkward. But I kissed her back, we had the rest as well. What would you do if you woke up bedide a beautiful naked woman for the first time. I did the same thing, it was passionate from both the side. I left the next day from her apartment. We had this passionate encounter for next two years, every Friday night till mid Saturday, became a retual of our life, except the days when she visits her daughter or I go home town. After two years, she got promoted, I too got promoted, work pressure increased, and it becomes less frequent. And then stopped. We talked sometimes but not get physical. She suggested me to get settled down. One and half years back she got promoted to SDL, got two different projects including mine, I promoted as TL beginning of this year. And we hardly talk even. We respect each other's space and choice. Cut to February, a new girl joined our team, she is young and beautiful. I often take my team member for tea break, including her. One evening on weekend, April, she called me, didn't talked for a minute, I was scared, if any accident happened or what, I continuously asked what is happening, finally she answed she likes me and loves me. I said it's okay but it's not possible. I gave her 15-20 reasons why she should not be in relationship with me including our age gap. She convinced me nothing would matter if I agree. And I finally did. She visited my home met my mother and other family members, they liked her too. She told me that she will arrange a meeting with her mother as her father died at an early age. We were sitting in a restaurant waiting for her mother to meet me. Her mother came, I met, my leg started shaking, felt seek, sweating, I left the restaurant within 5 minutes. Her mother did not said a single word. She called my more than 100 times, she came to my door, I couldn't not opened it. I didn't not told her about my affair, she din't told me that her mother works in the same company.

I'm 41 year old, working in government establishment and my wife is 38 years old and she is also a government employee and due to posting, we stay separately for more than 5 years. We do not have any relationship issue but accidentally I caught her red handed of having an affaiwith her male colleague. I didn't not comforted her and instead I try to understand the situation and she also seek forgiveness for her behaviour. All went okay, I, with all my might, I transfer her to my posting place. She agreed politely and didn't say anything but a day before here leaving from town, she start behaving stangely. After moving into my place of posting, she start accusing not understanding her and on one instant she pressed me for reposting to previous posting place. Now, she altogether change her behaviour towards me, did speak or intract with me while in house. As an understanding person, I didn't ask her about the affairs nor I scold her till date. Now I seeks suggestion from the women member of this forum, what should I do now? I never raised my voice to her form the day she caught red handed. I have 3 witness. But, I and the other 2 keep it with us so that it won't hurt her modesty. Dear women member, what should I do now?

When will laws truly recognize the value of commitment? A strong family is built on commitment, responsibility, trust, and sacrifice. People who are genuinely committed to their spouse and children invest their time, energy, and resources into nurturing and developing their family. In contrast, those who practice or promote multiple romantic relationships while committed to a marriage often undermine the very foundation of family life. Laws should protect and support individuals who remain committed to their family responsibilities. Accountability should be gender-neutral. If a spouse breaks the commitment of marriage through infidelity, the legal consequences should apply equally, regardless of whether it is the husband or the wife. Financial responsibilities, alimony decisions, and child custody should be based on conduct, commitment, and the best interests of the children—not on gender. Society also needs to recognize that character matters. Commitment, loyalty, and responsibility are qualities that strengthen families and communities. People who consistently place their own desires above these values often leave a trail of broken trust and damaged relationships. Strong families create strong societies, and commitment should always be valued, protected, and encouraged. #singledadwithdaughter

30F. My first relationship started when I was 25 years old. My boyfriend (29M) was a nice, kind-hearted, and handsome man. He had almost everything a woman could dream of in a partner. The only things I struggled with were his financial situation and the fact that I did not like his family. Despite that, I stayed with him because I loved him, and he treated me exceptionally well. Even today, he behaves kindly toward me. After being together for more 3+ years, I became close to someone I had always admired and fantasized about. He is a successful, well-established, and respected man (34M). While I was still in my relationship, I began talking to him and eventually developed feelings for him. In doing so, I cheated on my boyfriend. As my connection with this new man grew stronger, I ended my previous relationship. This new man is also a good person, but he has anger issues and sometimes treats me in ways that hurt me. But, I have fallen for him as well. Part of the reason I am with him is because he offers the kind of financial and life stability I have always wanted. At the same time, I miss my ex boyfriend. I feel the only major thing missing in our relationship is financial stability. I wonder now if made the wrong choice. Should I continue with my current relationship, or should I try to go back to my ex? But it is me who cheated on him. Yet I feel he would probably be happiest if we were together again. To make things more confusing, my current boyfriend has recently started treating me very well and trusts me deeply, much like my ex did. I feel torn between my choices. What should I do? P. S: Open to criticism.

Corporate Confessions: How Many Times Can a Man Start Over? "My wife topped her university in her MBA while battling cancer. At the same time, I was rebuilding a life that had begun with childhood abuse, family conflict, and years of struggle. Looking back, I don't know whether our story is about survival, faith, entrepreneurship, or simply refusing to give up." One of my earliest memories is of my father banging my head against a brass water tap when I was barely three years old. That was my introduction to life. People often ask successful entrepreneurs about their mentors, opportunities, or lucky breaks. I had none of those. My story began with survival. Growing up, I always felt that my sister got not only her share of joy and happiness but mine as well. I was never the favored child. I was never the one people expected to succeed. Academics were a struggle. Somehow, I scraped through until 10th standard. Desperate to escape my circumstances, I ran away from home and took up a job as an insurance field agent. It didn't work out. I was brought back home and pushed back into studies. Eventually, I completed a 3-year Diploma in Electronics & Communication. Looking back, that diploma was probably the first real victory of my life. In 1997, I worked as a TV technician at an ONIDA franchise. In 1998, I entered electronic manufacturing and quality assurance. Later, I moved into the IT industry as a faculty member and gradually built a career in systems administration, particularly in Solaris environments. Over the next eighteen years, I worked across multiple IT roles, continuously learning and reinventing myself. I traveled to the United States three times. For a boy who had once run away from home, it felt like a different world. In 2002, I married the greatest blessing of my life. My wife. She was brilliant, determined, and resilient. She completed her graduation with distinction and later topped her university in her MBA. What makes that achievement extraordinary is that she accomplished it during a period when neither of us knew whether she had another day to live. Four years into our marriage, she was diagnosed with cancer. From 2006 to 2011, she fought one of the toughest battles any human being can face. Watching someone you love walk through that fire changes you forever. There were moments of fear, uncertainty, exhaustion, and helplessness. But she survived. To this day, I don't know whether I was supporting her or she was supporting me. Then in 2012, I lost my beloved mother. If there was one person who stood by me consistently throughout my life, it was my mother. In a childhood where affection was scarce and encouragement even scarcer, she remained my source of emotional support. She may not have been able to change every circumstance around me, but she never stopped believing that I could build a better life. Losing her in 2012 felt like losing the one person who had quietly stood behind me through every struggle, every setback, and every small victory. My relationship with my father remained complicated throughout my life. He had stayed separately for years and moved in with me only after my mother's death. Then began a cycle of quarrels, moving out, returning, and moving out again. Despite everything, I never stopped doing what I believed was right. Back in 2001, I spent nearly ₹1 lakh clearing hand loans taken by my father. My mother owned two plots in a housing society and wanted me to inherit one of them. But because my sister's husband did not have a stable monthly income, I voluntarily gave up my claim. For my sister's marriage, I stood guarantee based on my salary. Using that support, my mother's BDA plot was registered in my brother-in-law's name, and I personally paid the EMI for a year. Nobody forced me to do it. I did it because I believed family came before personal gain. When my father sold his small house, he gave me ₹10 lakh to reduce my housing loan. Years later, after I had fully cleared the loan and he moved out again, I mortgaged my own house—purchased in 2005—and returned every rupee to him. Not because he asked. Because I wanted no debt of gratitude hanging over my head. Then came another challenge. In 2013, I developed arthritis. The pain became severe enough that I resigned from a Fortune 500 company in October that year. The next two years were dedicated entirely to recovery. Swimming. Cycling. Gym. Yoga. Pranayama. Every day was about reclaiming my body and rebuilding my confidence. Slowly, I recovered. And then I started over again. I entered the restaurant business with a friend who already had two successful running restaurants and one failed hotel venture. Inspired by my wife's cancer journey, we built the restaurant around an organic food concept. My wife and I worked relentlessly. Many days we personally stood in the kitchen to improve customer service times and ensure quality. By 2019, the restaurant was generating between ₹1 lakh and ₹1.5 lakh per month. For the first time, it felt like all the struggles had finally begun paying off. Then everything fell apart. My partner cheated me. I lost nearly ₹1.5 crore in value. I managed to recover my investment, but years of effort and growth disappeared. A major portion of the money I had invested had been borrowed from a friend. Losing money hurts. Losing trust hurts far more. Most people would have stopped there. I didn't. I started another restaurant with a unique concept. It became successful almost immediately and ran well for six months. Then life intervened again. My father became critically ill. At one point, I had to ask my sister for hospital expenses because I simply didn't have enough cash with me. I reminded my sister and brother-in-law that they had already benefited from the house sold by my father, three plots, and a flat that had been funded through family resources. When dialysis became necessary, I was prepared to sell my two-wheeler to fund the treatment. Ironically, during better times I had fulfilled a lifelong dream and bought a Kawasaki superbike. Life has a way of humbling all of us. One day you own a superbike. Another day you are willing to sell whatever you have to keep your father alive. Even after everything that had happened between us, I was ready. My father survived dialysis for thirteen days. During those final days, he lay unconscious and unable to speak. I told him what his beloved daughter had done. I remember seeing moisture in his eyes. He couldn't respond. But I believe he understood. After my father's passing, whatever he had became hers. The properties, the benefits, my mother's gold and silver, and the family pension that continued after my mother's death all became part of her life. By then, I had learned that life does not distribute rewards in proportion to sacrifice. Sometimes the people who give the most receive the least. But dwelling on that would have destroyed me, and I still had a life to rebuild. Then came COVID. The restaurant business collapsed. Years of hard work disappeared almost overnight. To protect my reputation and pay vendors, I sold the restaurant. Once again, I found myself starting from zero. Or perhaps below zero. This time, however, I had something priceless. Friends who believed in me. With help from many of them, I entered the spice-processing industry. The journey was brutal. For four years, survival itself felt like success. Every order mattered. Every customer mattered. Every rupee mattered. Today, that spice company has grown into a business that has crossed ₹2.5 crore in revenue. We are now looking at manufacturing contracts and larger opportunities that can take us to the next level. People often ask what kept me going through childhood abuse, family conflicts, arthritis, cancer in the family, business betrayal, financial losses, COVID, and repeated reinventions. The answer is simple. Yoga. Pranayama. Chanting. Faith. And in recent years, Shri Rajarajeshwari. There were moments when logic gave me no reason to continue. Faith did. Most importantly, my wife never left my side. She fought cancer. She topped her university. She worked in restaurant kitchens. She endured financial uncertainty. She stood beside me through every business failure and every new beginning. Whatever success I achieve in life, a large part of the credit belongs to her. Today, my ambitions are very different from what they were twenty years ago. I no longer dream merely about wealth. I dream about legacy. I hope that in the coming years, our business grows large enough for us to retire comfortably and establish a hospital or rehabilitation center in the name of my parents. Some people may find that surprising given my history. I don't. My parents were not perfect. My family was not perfect. But they were my family. My relatives and my parents' friends hardly remember them today. One day, I want them to. Not because of property. Not because of inheritance. Not because of family disputes. But because a hospital or rehabilitation center carrying their names is helping people long after all of us are gone. That will be my final victory. Not over my father. Not over my sister. Not over anyone. But over every circumstance that tried, time and again, to convince a little boy that he would never amount to anything.

26 F I was in a relationship for 5 years. My partner had cheated me multiple times in the past but I was too attached to leave him but slowly something shifted. I wanted an escape from him. I met a colleague of mine and we instantly bonded and eventually got involved in a physical relationship as well. He knew about my boyfriend. He cared for me and did everything to make me happy . My then boyfriend he cheated me once again and this time, I left him for good. This colleague of mine changed after my breakup. He stopped physical contact totally and started ignoring me. I never had any friends and this behaviour of his totally crushed me . He says he loves me but avoids me. It's been 9 months , we haven't been intimate. He never picks up my calls . He replies to my messages after 3/4 days and I don't know what to do. I am in a stage of life where I want to settle. But his behaviour has kept me in a dilemma. In last 6 months, we have talked on call for only 3 times. He only talks to me when he needs money. And when I asked him if he has someone else in mind or want to breakup, he tells me that I am overthinking. I am confused. I really love him. I constantly make efforts for him, gift him things he loves. But he never does anything for me. If I don't text him first, he never does. I feel like I am stuck in a loop where I constantly tell myself that I should stay away from him but end up texting and pleading, begging him to treat me right and he never does. I feel suicidal.

F36 Hi Gals .. Need an suggestion which is creating so much trauma in my mind My mother passed away 20 years back and my dad passed away 2 years back but my dads mother is still alive .. since my parents was love marriage and my mother and dad had issues so i was grown with my mothers mom and relatives .. they only took care of me made me study and got me married .. my dad and their relatives didn’t take any responsibility like my mothers side but my dad always says there is one flat for me and other flat for his brothers daughter .. his brother also passed away .. my chitapa s wife used to talk to me nicely but to get the property she blocked me everywhere .. since it’s self earned property by my pati she is written the whole property to other granddaughter.. my dad s uncle ( my pati s brother ) who fully supported this and made her do .. they all in a group cheated my dads share which has to come to me ..me and my husband also went and spoke but they are firm in their cheating decision .. we can’t put case also .. pls suggest ur thoughts wat i must do .. because my both parents are not alive they cheated me..

"I was born with a lazy eye in my left eye, which means I have had blurred vision in that eye my entire life. This condition cannot be corrected with glasses or lenses. My right eye has always been fine, so I was able to manage. Due to a combination of neglect and difficult family circumstances, I didn't have it professionally diagnosed until I was in college. At that point, the doctors confirmed that it was a permanent condition. I have been happily married for ten years and have an eight-year-old child. I have never told anyone about my lazy eye, including my wife. I have kept this a secret for my entire life. Now, at 41 years old, my good right eye is starting to weaken, and I am having trouble reading small print. My wife has noticed and is urging me to see an eye doctor. I am terrified because I know that if I go, she will find out about my left eye. I am deeply worried about her reaction. She has a personality that can be both very kind and very angry, and I am afraid she will feel that I have cheated her. The thought of losing her is unbearable, and I am also anxious about how my in-laws will react if they find out. I feel trapped and don't know how to handle this situation."

Hi I'm 22M who pursued B.E (MECH) finished last may. I don't know to describe my understandings on people being on extra marital affairs which haunts me. As i have spend my years on small town where people gets judged for their action and words comes out. So for my U.G i had to move to city for college where stayed in the hostel most of the time. Right, from the moment when I moved out of my home and town reality just struck hard. where you meet new peoples and their perspective on life and morales etc... My parents are brought up in village so their views on certain aspects differ from people to people who spend on cities... Mother told me to behave myself on any critical situation rather than adjusting to modern lifestyle. So after crossing the kind of confessing about cheating and betrayal idk how people go for relationships especially marriages without any clarity about your partner's past... Whereas boys and girls who are not native to city and lifestyles parents says one for sure study well, earn well, you will get multiple proposal from good girl. They me to engage in those activities proposing etc.... But after those taunting confession which i read in which unsure of its originality whether am I freaking out unnecessarily or those words and emotions behind it are surreal Give me view on keeping yourself well disciplined in all terms is it a blessing or people just say you have one life to spend and bet on without thinking of any consquences lies ahead of me....

30YF I got to know about an 32 year old unmarried woman being involved in an affair with my husband. She is my husband's colleague in H*L. She made my husband impotent towards me. For literally 2 years I thought he lost sex drive/ become impotent after multiple failed tries that too initiated by me only. But recently I discovered his chat with this woman and got to know what she did to him. She had called him every other day and he just followed her calls. Before he arrives to her room, She would take bath, dress nicely in saree with makeup and will be ready with wet hair every time. My husband would start only after she confirms that she is all set and ready. Once he arrives she undresses him my herself and would give a 2 hours of blow job and W on top by herself and kiss him all over from head to toe. My husband's job is just to be there and relax , he don't have to perform anything. She would do everything for two whole hours and in the end she expects him to give hits only for a minute or two and that's all. He is all set to go home. I got to know this by reading their chat histories. The whole affair is about sex only and nothing else. Whenever she tried to loop him in emotionally he immediately stopped talks with her, but again when she called him for bed he went to her without a second thought! I never even thought in my dream that woman like these exists and my husband would be drawn this much for cheaps like these! Never even once he thought that he is hurting me with this kind of act. And for that woman, I am waiting to give a special reward, When she marries someone I am definitely going to ask her husband, whether she is giving him the same kind of sex, she gave my husband? I will send all the proofs to her husband ( if she ever gets one).

M33, Am i A Good person or Acting to be a Good person? I am stuck in between these 2. And want to fix if some changes needed within me or no. These 2 incidents recently made me ask it to myself and i need your help to make me understand it as you'll be unbiased. I decided to stay Unmarried, as i was unable to find a good match in the past cos of my Financial situation, within time, I scaled up the Ladder of Success, from Buying Luxury car to Building my New Home to taking my parents to Foreign Tour, and now i am searching for one Love for sure. I am religious and introvert, And I'll be the first person to run away from Fights or Anger zones. So their are 2 instances, 1) I Befriend a Girl from US, it was from a normal debate, and i felt some attraction towards her which eventually developed in a good friendship, she was the Card i used to stop mom from seeing any girl for me, as i was interested in her. 2 months, down the Line, She wasnt Dropping any clue to my efforts, i thot, may be my efforts are too cold for her to get impress, But the more she ignored, the more i felt, that i should chase her, this was when i was 31, after 5 months or so, she shared that she is going thru Divorce, and explained me everything, From marital Rape to betrayal, eventually Her Husband Married American for Green card and left her. I had sympathy for her, including attraction. Now, Mom had created a Boundary that i cant surpass and she was limited to friendzone, i as a true friend, Stayed friend for like 2 yrs, Till last month, When she got annoyed of my Friendly flirt, which i believed was Normal, just a Kiss Emoji, which she even gave me once or twice, so i thot to give her back, on another occasion. She got annoyed, and asked me, if i am thinking of taking advantage of her, as she is alone, Divorcee and Down. I stayed silent, gave her benefit of Doubt and didnt reply her back, She told me upfront that she wants to end friendship and I didnt Protested. Felt like its just not worth the fight. 2) 18 yr Old poor Kid, Recently, joined as a watchman in a society next to my home. I felt petty for him. He was once clicking pic with my Merc and i asked him if i can click the pics for him and got to know him. He used to walk 3 kms from home to society and his pain made me help him, I gave him My Cycle, asking him to use it, and I'll ask if i need any day. In return, he told me, if he can bring anything for me whenever i want and he'll be der for me anytime. I used to give him some bucks in return, and would not let him work for free, tried to teach him that tobacco is Wrong and so on. Lately, i saw him coming without cycle. After few days, i asked him, to which he replied that it got stolen, i didnt reacted to it much, but later, I would ask him to get something for me, He would charge extra commission or sometimes, would say Money fell from his pocket, would Call me in uneven times, and ask me if i have some money again n again. I tried to make him understand, but all in vein. It got on my nerves and i confronted him. And scolded him pretty nicely, did abused him as well, asking if he thinks i am a chu***a and so on. Anyways, and warned him that one phone call can remove him from his job as well. He started crying and called his brother, He came running and we had a great Verbal Fight. Eventually, He had set backs and calmed down, But kept saying me, Ameer aadmi garib ko loot raha h, garib ka faida uthate h aapke jaise log. (People like you take advantage of poor people) and started folding hands, You big people, We have to say sorry even if we are right. Such talks, stayed with me. These recent incidents makes me ask a question, was i right or Do i need to change myself? If no, then these trust issues are new to take shape. I dont know, please help me to understand it. Thanks

Kolkata - 28M Admin, please post. It's long, but it's real. Just letting a heavy heart speak. Maybe some relationships never get a name, yet they leave the deepest scars. After a peaceful, mutual breakup from a long relationship, I had genuinely started enjoying life alone. Office, football, parar adda, late-night food plans with friends — life felt simple and peaceful. We ended things on a good note and are still in touch today because I have always believed that even if two people don't end up together, good people and the memories they gave should not be erased from life. Then I met her in my newly joined office in Kolkata two years back. She stood out without even trying — simple, grounded, soft-spoken. The kind of Bengali girl you notice during Durga Pujo Ashtami Anjali beside her parents or at a para cultural function. In a world full of noise and fake personalities, she felt real. At that time, she was healing from a breakup, and I was simply there for her as a friend. No intentions. I just wanted to see her smile again. Slowly, it became daily conversations, changing bus routes just to travel together, waiting after office, momo evenings, random walks, dropping her home, sharing everything about life. And somewhere along the way, I fell in love. We were very different people. I was happy with my simple Samsung phone and bus rides, while she preferred iPhones and cabs. I came from a middle-class Bengali family where even small savings matter. Somewhere, I always felt she was out of my league. Still, slowly we became closer. When I finally confessed, she never fully said yes… but she never said no either. Her “maybe, with no expectations” became enough for me to stay emotionally invested. I thought maybe my honesty, loyalty, and time would someday turn that “maybe” into a “yes.” Holding her hand and walking beside her for miles became one of the happiest feelings of my life. My first kiss with her felt meaningful because I truly believed she was someone I could build a future around someday. Maybe it sounds old-fashioned, but I always believed intimacy should mean something real. In my mind, intimacy was for the woman I would someday apply sindoor to. So when emotional and physical boundaries were crossed, it was never casual for me. It was my first time. That’s also why, before getting into anything physical, I brought her home casually so she could know my world. My family welcomed her warmly because, in my heart, she was never “casual.” I still remember her eating from my hand, carrying her bags, massaging her feet when she was tired, eating the last bite of her ice cream, random restaurant dates, quiet walks after office, and silently enjoying her presence beside me. Waiting for her messages became normal. Dropping her home became the best part of my day. Seeing her name on my phone somehow gave me peace. I still remember how happy she looked when I gave her flowers because nobody had done that for her before. Those small things became my language of love. But slowly, I realised she probably didn’t love me the same way. Still, I stayed. Maybe because by then I had become addicted to her presence emotionally and physically. I could feel her emotions too — her tears, emotional dependence, and the way she shared herself with me. I had two choices — either act casually, take advantage of the situation, and walk away… or stay honestly even if it hurt later. I chose the second one. I would rather cry myself to sleep than become the reason someone else’s daughter cries. Somewhere deep down, I always knew I was rescuing an injured bird… and once she healed, she would eventually fly away. Later, she clearly told me she didn’t feel the same way for me. But by then, I was already deeply attached to her presence. We were emotionally and physically close, doing everything couples usually do, so somewhere my heart had already started believing I had found my person. Maybe my only mistake was loving too purely. But at the same time, the girl was emotionally and physically attached to me, cried in front of me, and expressed her feelings. How could I not love her back? How could I love her with impurities or keep it casual?. There came a point where maturity made me realise that love alone is not always enough to build a life. She deserved comfort, security, beautiful experiences, and a life without compromises. Somewhere deep inside, I feared maybe I could not give her the world she truly deserved. Before leaving Kolkata for a new job, I cried in front of her and asked her to stay in my life at least as a friend. During that last cab ride, while holding her hand, I somehow already knew it was the end. Even after moving away, we still talked every day — video calls, random updates, and sharing the smallest moments. She had quietly become part of my routine, my peace, and my comfort. Then one day, she told me she had met someone else and started loving him. That night, I completely broke down. She also told me that we would remain friends forever. What hurt wasn’t that she chose someone else. I knew this day was coming, but obviously it would take time for me to accept it because I am human. What hurt was how quickly everything changed. A few days before, I was supposedly her “first priority.” Then suddenly, daily calls became one call a week. Messages became delayed. Then distance. Then silence. Then one day, I was blocked everywhere without even a goodbye. Hardly 2 calls and 3 messages… and suddenly I became nobody. Even a phone asks before deleting something. But she didn’t. Did she not even consider me a friend after everything? After all the tears, the memories, and the love I gave her with all my heart, losing in love doesn't hurt as much as losing her friendship does. Maybe we were never officially together, but what we shared never felt casual to me. That’s what hurts the most — not rejection, but being erased so easily by someone who once felt like home. Sometimes I still wonder — did she really ghost me? Was everything casual for her from the beginning? How can someone cry in front of you, share every fear, become emotionally and physically attached, make you feel so important… and then suddenly block you like you never mattered? Maybe I failed to understand the situation. Maybe I simply loved more deeply than she ever did. Moving on feels strange. Deleting her pictures feels like betrayal. Talking to new people feels empty. Another strange thing is how our office circle slowly disappeared too. The WhatsApp group became inactive, conversations faded, and people I once considered family slowly drifted away. Sometimes I overthink and wonder if she shared her version and made me the villain in everyone’s head because most of the group consisted of girls. But honestly, if telling the truth to the world ever made her the villain, I would rather take all the blame on myself and quietly move on. But what hurts the most is the lack of closure. I have always ended things on a good note, even with enemies. But she was my special person. That’s why I still cannot understand how someone who once made me feel so important could suddenly disappear and leave me with so many unanswered questions. “Ek tarfa hoti to baat aur hoti, dukh ye hai ki izhar usne bhi kiya tha.” It has been 6 months now, yet the pain, questions, overthinking, and feelings remain exactly the same. Maybe that is why a part of me still wonders if I should meet her once — not to blame her, not to force anything back, but simply to ask if I unknowingly did something wrong. Should I directly meet her once? Should I stay in touch with my old colleagues, or has she already told them her version of the story? The truth is, only the two of us knew what actually existed between us. Nobody else knew our story. I am coming back to my hometown soon, and a part of me still wonders if I should meet her. And despite everything… I still cannot hate her. She is still a good person in my eyes. A caring daughter, and someday probably an amazing wife and mother too. Maybe that is why this hurts even more — because even after all this pain, one part of my heart still wants nothing but happiness and peace for her. I gave you 100 rupees, he gave you 200... you thought he was better because he gave you more, but bro, he had 2000 and all I had was 100. This isn't about money. Take care, my special good girl. This pain will never make me hate you. And if you ever need me, I will be there for you.