Funny Confessions

I need an outside perspective because I feel too emotionally involved to think clearly. I met someone a few months ago who became very important to me. From the beginning, I was hesitant. I have trust issues, and I’m 27 while he is 4 years younger than me. There is also a clear financial and social status difference between our families. I told him many times I was scared of getting attached, but he kept reassuring me, talking about trust, marriage, and a future together. Over time, we became very close. We talked every day, shared our routines, worries, slept on calls, and became part of each other’s daily lives. I slowly trusted him completely. Then suddenly everything changed. One day, without any argument, I woke up and found I had been blocked everywhere. Later I found out it was due to a misunderstanding about a joke I made, where he thought I saw him as a backup option which was never true. At that time, his family was also already pushing for his marriage, and he said his father cried and asked him to end things, so he agreed. We met in person. I swore on the Holy Book that I had been sincere from the start. He said he believed me and wasn’t thinking badly of me. He apologized repeatedly Even now, things are confusing because contact didn’t fully end. He is still messaging me. He says things like: “I know what is happening with you is wrong, but my family is not listening. They can’t see my happiness. I will never be able to be happy like this.” He talks about feeling helpless and stuck. And then, in between all of that, the normal care is still there… “Aap kaisi hain?”, “Khaana khaya?”, “Medicine li?”, updates about his day. There are still small reminders too like Snapchat streaks, and even a snap of my hair tie that he still wears, and the matching bracelets we both ordered. That’s why I’m so confused. It feels like I’m losing someone and still talking to them at the same time. I don’t know what this is anymore or where it is going. I only know I trusted someone deeply despite being scared, and this situation has been one of the most painful and confusing things I’ve experienced.

Confession of a 35-Year-Old Man I am a 35-year-old man, married with a son. I was an average student and completed Civil Engineering from a very ordinary college. Soon after graduation, I lost a government job opportunity when the recruitment process was cancelled. Not wanting to depend on my father, I started working with a salary of just ₹10,000 per month. Over the years, I worked my way up from small companies to MNCs, often doing site work, night shifts, and even 24-hour duties. After marriage, my wife and I lived with my parents and contributed to household expenses. I later moved into an office role, which gave me time to prepare for competitive exams. Eventually, I secured a contractual government job. During the same period, my younger brother developed a serious gambling habit. My father repeatedly helped him financially, hoping he would improve. My wife often raised concerns about his behaviour, but nobody paid much attention. Then my father suddenly passed away. His death changed everything. As the elder son, I took responsibility for the family finances. I used settlement money to clear housing loans, car loans, and even my brother's education loan. After everything was settled, my mother was left with around ₹18 lakh in savings. A few months later, my brother got a government job on compassionate grounds. I was happy because my father had always worried about his future. About a year later, after years of preparation, I finally achieved my own dream and secured a permanent government job with nearly three times my previous salary. The only condition was relocating to another state. Around the same time, my brother wanted a grand wedding despite the girl's family being willing to have a simple Gurudwara marriage. He pressured my mother so much that she eventually spent nearly ₹10–12 lakh from her savings on the wedding. Unfortunately, marriage changed nothing. After the wedding, we discovered the extent of his debts. He had borrowed heavily, taken loans against my mother's pension, and eventually got suspended from his government job due to allegations of fraud and bribery. My mother received around ₹60,000 as family pension after my father's death. Over time, huge amounts of that money disappeared into gambling debts, loan repayments, wedding expenses, and financial crises created by my brother. In total, she spent around ₹25 lakh or more trying to save him. Whenever she stopped giving money, he would emotionally blackmail her. He claimed creditors would beat him, threatened self-harm, and created one crisis after another. Sometimes strangers would call saying he was lying injured somewhere. Other times he would claim to be hospitalized after accidents. My mother would panic and send money, only to later discover that many of these incidents were exaggerated or completely false. His marriage eventually collapsed. His wife left him. Jewellery was sold. My late father's car disappeared to settle debts. Even fixed deposits created by my father were broken and used. All this happened while I was living hundreds of kilometres away trying to manage my own family and job. The constant calls, emergencies, and emotional pressure became exhausting. Relatives eventually advised me to bring my mother to live with me because the environment had become unsafe. I brought her with me, hoping things would improve. But even after everything, my mother continued worrying about my brother and getting emotionally pulled into his problems. Every few weeks there would be another crisis, another phone call, another request for money, another story. Over time, I realized that every conversation about these issues affected my mental health. I would remain disturbed for days. It started affecting my peace, my marriage, and my relationship with my son. Today, I have reduced contact significantly. I still care for my mother and want her to be safe, but I can no longer keep carrying the emotional burden of decisions that are not mine. My question to the group is this: Am I wrong for creating distance from my mother for the sake of my own mental well-being? Every time I talk to her, I get dragged back into the same cycle of stress, guilt, and anxiety because my brother continues the same behaviour and my mother still struggles to stop enabling him. At what point does protecting your own peace stop being selfish and become necessary? I genuinely want honest opinions.

I don't know if I am just being unreasonable and I should just shut up and stop expecting things from life or that I am living in a loveless marriage.  1.5 crazy years have passed. He sent me connect request on matrimonial app , profile was good so I proceeded further. He was ok with supporting me financially after marriage after quitting my clinic and shifting to a new place which will take a while. His widowed mother lives with us and married sister half hour away. After marriage we didn't go to honeymoon and mother in law said she cancelled it saying he has lots of expenses to pay attention to. When one day I was unable to receive my mother's call, she called him and she picked up, saying I am fine and adjusting well in house and refused to give his phone to him. That was the first time I realised she doesn't like my mother at all. When he started spending some money on me, like bringing me back from parent's home and buying me some new clothes, she created a scene. Since then, he never took me out anywhere. She video called her daughter to show what all he brought for me and screamed. Neither her nor her daughter has any boundaries. Within a month I became pregnant and although children are blessings, I was sceptical if I ever be able to raise the baby especially since I was unemployed at that time with no stable income. Have to admit in initial first trimester she was actually nice to me for a change. Then started her actual satanic torture. She started accusing me of stinking badly and kept saying that ever since I came to this house, it stinks of me. She made me wash my bags, daily hair wash,made me buy fabric conditioner and when she was still not satisfied, threw my bags. Yet she randomly entered our room frequently and sniffed and said the room stinks and opened windows without my permission. Kept seperate stick to lift my washed clothes to examine. My husband also started saying that I stink after filling his head with nothing but hatred for me. I had heightened senses during my first trimester yet I had to tolerate strong smells of fabric conditioner and floor cleaners and bleach. When we shifted to our new house, his sister and daughter with his mother slept in our room and me and husband in common room. Next day she used the same stick to remove the bedsheet on the side where I slept. I did not tell my family about any of this thinking it will hurt them. We even stopped going for walks after she got paranoid and thought I give him my phone to speak to my parents during that time. She is a terrible cook yet says to everyone that listen that everyone says they like her cooking. She only has to cook in the house while I cut onions and tomatoes and doesn't even make us something we actually like and barely adds and seasonings and condiments just because she doesn't like. Even when she's not at home her son is supposed to inform and ask her permission to go anywhere and inform her when he reaches too. He doesn't inform me where he goes and when I ask her she sometimes says but sometimes she says none of my business. Just days before my baby shower, my father had a heart attack and my mother looked after him in the hospital. None of my immediate family members attended my baby shower. Since my parents are at the hospital and I was uncomfortable staying with my relatives, I returned the next day where she started screaming with her daughter. She talked about everything from head to toe how she doesn't like us at all and she can marry her son off to someone better than me, how our wedding was not upto her expectations, how I didn't bring much gold in the family. I recorded everything on my phone and then revealed everything to my family. My husband has never been supportive nor he called out his mother for calling me useless and laughing that my family has no medical insurance to our maid. He simply verbally abused me and wrote terrible things on WhatsApp, saying that am an self loathing gold digger and marrying me was his biggest mistake and then deleting it. Left immediately after our son was born. Gave me no support whatsoever and constantly chatting with his family. He only messaged me on my birthday while none of his other family members even called or messaged. I had to get my family involved except my brother who stays abroad everyone were present and had the audacity to point fingers at me. My mother earlier had to yell at her for torturing her pregnant daughter. His sister started saying how I wear torn clothes she have seen it and how I leaked some of the information to their family friends. Although many months have passed and their behaviour is better than how it used to be, this problems still haven't stopped completely. There is hardly any intimacy in my so called marriage. He only watches movies till 2 am and play games on his phone. He even takes his phone to the bathroom and doesn't come out for hours. My mother in low still thinks she can dominate me like she does to her children. I have started giving them back so they call me nuisance creater and dramatic. I am worried about my child. I honestly want safe , happy environment for him. But we barely go out and have a good time, I barely had any money in my account,work has been unkind,husband doesn't give me money although he earns well. I am unhappy, I really am. I should have remained spinster all my life. I was a virgin before marriage, docile by nature, spends less money, respectful to people and excellent skills required for my work yet nothing is going my way. He doesn't want to go to marriage counsellor to make things work . My family is ready even if divorce happens and siblings will look after me and my child until I stand up on my feet.

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 need honest opinions because I'm too emotionally involved to think clearly. I met someone couple of months ago. He showed serious interest from the beginning, confessed his feelings before I did, talked about marriage, and even told his family about me. A few days ago, I finally told him "I love you." Before that, we spent the whole night talking on call. He kept saying things like he would fight for us, convince his family, wanted me to talk to my family soon, reminded me of my promise not to leave him, and said "I love you" many times. The next morning, everything seemed normal. He was sending me updates about his day, work, and even the Snapchat vlog he usually sends me. Around 4 PM, our conversation was still normal. I went to sleep for a while. When I woke up around 5 PM, I realized I had been blocked everywhere: WhatsApp, Snapchat, Instagram, everything. Later, I contacted him through another number and asked to meet. We met in person. One issue was that he had found out about a joke conversation I had with a friend and felt like I saw him as a "backup plan." I explained that it was a joke taken out of context and that I had been sincere with him from the beginning. I even swore on the Holy Book that I had never treated him as a backup plan or played games with him. He told me he did not think I was a bad person and was not misunderstanding me. However, he then said that everything was over. His main reason was family pressure. He told me his father had been crying, holding his face, and asking him to end things. He said he told his father, "Okay, whatever you say, I will do." There are also differences between us. His family is much wealthier than mine, and he is 4 years younger than me. What is confusing me is that only hours before blocking me, he was talking about fighting for us, marriage, and our future, and don't even think about leaving me, I'll do something really bad if you ever leave me and then suddenly everything changed. Do you think this sounds like someone who genuinely loved me but chose family? Or does it sound like there was something else going on? Please be honest, but kind.

I am 32 M, I have recently connected with a 29F CA through a dating app. We have ended up talking a lot over calls and are trying to know each other. The connection is quite strong, we both feel the conversation is effortless. No one is pretending, we are talking about lot of things. Having the time of life like college kids. Which we both thought never would happen at the later stage of life. We are both scared and both come with some baggage as usual. We are talking a lot and she’s from a town in Maharashtra, currently she’s in Chennai for a Job and she commutes once every 30 days to work from home and stay in work from office and I am settled in Mumbai with my business. We are both from same caste and have a lot of things to converse about. We have decided to meet in Chennai for a fee days to understand each other. I am hesitant to say ‘I Love you’ because it seems like something you say with meaning and I feel it’s too soon. Even though the connection is great and time doesn’t matter. But Because of past experiences, I am hesitant to express. However, She expressed love yesterday and feels sure, says she is also scared. But saying, we are past the I Like you stage and I was an in an awkward state and I feel to I have to say it back. Apart from this, everything has been great and wonderful. I just don’t know if this is too early, or am I overthinking. Also, she has a good package of 22LPA, I make a decent turnover but with current economy and business in Information and Technology field, I have to make sure expenses are in control in a city like Mumbai and all savings, portfolio of assets etc. need to be managed. She plans to make money through the current job, make a substantial amount in savings and stay at home or start a practice and start a family when time comes which I am absolutely fine with, as I was a single child with both parents working. So, I know how difficult it is. With my earnings and my parents savings and assets, we can sustain living a comfortable life. I am treating her earnings and savings as backup only. With this information. Life with luxury, I am not sure, ofcourse I want to earn with my business but that’s also comes with a risk. And I am ethical, so it makes more difficult to earn a lot of money. It will take 5 years to get a stable amount of 2-3 lakhs withdrawal from it every month. She’s not high maintenance, she’s very humble and has good savings as per her age and career. Ofcourse, with time we will be able to understand more about each other. But, a lot of things align between us and our understanding and expectations match a lot. Please share your thoughts and experiences. 🙏🏻 thank you

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?

29M Hyderabad 13 LPA: Apologies in advance if the thoughts seem too messed up but I just had to express it today. I am currently satisfied with the way I live and somehow I should not be complaining, but there seems to be something wrong in my world and I do not understand what is that, despite spending years working on myself. And this very fact is giving me even more anxiety now that I am growing old. I have realized for a fact that I am not a money minded person and I do not wish to have extravagant things in life. I take pleasure in books, walks, music and the quietness of weekends and free time, and pretty much spend time alone or with my family. I do not own many things, not even a car or bike and I somehow do not think much about them either. While everything is fine this way, sometimes I get hit with a pang of remorse over what kind of person I am and how I am turning out to be a lazy and unambitious person. I am constantly worried about what will happen to me financially if any medical emergency strikes my family and I will not have the money at disposal to do anything about it. Coming from a lower middle class family, I feel this fear is somehow ingrained in my mind. I am at an age where all my colleagues and friends are getting married and although I have very consciously taken a decision not to have a marriage or have children, I feel like I am just being dismissive to have it easy. I have had this conversation about marriage several times with myself and no single thought wants me to be with someone and then go on to have a family. It is a lot of work and I do not accept it for myself because I know that I will be a miserable person myself and ruin their life as well. I think I will never be mentally or financially prepared to have a family of my own and I am fine with it except the few times the doubts creep in. The thought of a partner is still fine, but I do not think women are ready to have a childless marriage. Not generalizing but this is what I have seen in all my interactions with women. When I once happened to talk about not wanting kids in life, but as a third person point of view to not let them have rumors spread about me, my colleagues always laughed at it and seemed to talk ill or insulting about men not wanting children. Is that really how people still think? It feels like my brain is eating itself away and no matter what I do to make things better in life, every few months I find myself getting stuck in the same rut of shame, doubt and dissatisfaction. I don't know what to do. Career, money, fun, family, social status, meaning and purpose and so many things in life are all I think about constantly all day. I feel horrible that at 29, I still writhe in the instability of my own mind and cannot have a stable emotional self to cruise through life. I am constantly anxious and even the smallest of things is making me sob and weep. When days get better, I put my best self forward and life seems so promising and beautiful, then something happens and I don't know why but even getting up from bed to go about my day feels very difficult. Thank you for reading this people. God bless you guys.

Hi Everyone, I'm 39M, living in Bangalore. A smart, decent guy who is working as a Data Scientist. Born and raised in a traditional and spiritual family. Here is my story: I was married to A, who is well known to our family. After our engagement, we met thrice for dining and shopping together. We had pre- marital counselling too. During our phone conversation, she told me she was not a virgin and had a past. At that point, my heart really loved her and forgave her, although I had never had such experiences. It was a grand wedding because both our families, our elders, were married. We had a good honeymoon abroad. After a month, she asked me, Do you have any physical problems? I said no. And she said that I was not performing well. She said Unnakku Seiyave Theriyatha? (Don't you know how to do?) She accompanied me to a sexologist and found no issues with me. In the later months, I felt that she was not satisfied with me. Sometimes I have to plead with her because I love her so much and want to have her only. After 7 months, she complained to her parents that I'm not medically fit to have a physical relationship. This broke me because we had a good vacation abroad and loved her wholeheartedly. She applied for divorce, noting harassment and abuse. Finally divorced in 2021. Though we live nearby, we moved on (to avoid meeting). We had mutual friends who often talked about her past and her relationship after marriage. She changed her offices thrice; every time I heard that she was in some relationship, and it caused issues in the office. Some married men who have kids and their wives have made it a problem coming to the office. Even now, she is living together with her senior dude who is working with her in CG Whitefield, but her parents think that she is living alone. At the same time, she and her family are seeking a marriage partner. Three weeks back, accidentally, we met in the supermarket, and to my surprise, she smiled at me. I chose to put my head down and leave my cart. The way she spoke about me drained my family and brought shame to society. Now I'm back to the pain I faced in 2021. What could be the meaning of that smile? Do I look like a coward, a joker? When I see and read people's stories, where is moral ethics in life? No god-fearing. Is life to be enjoyed till 40, then what's the rest? Where does this society go on?

I am 29M, and my gf is 29F. We both had never dated anyone before and now we're in a Long Distance Relationship, hence we hang out on video call everyday. We have been in a relationship for more than 2 years now, and for an year in the beginning everything was fine. Then that phase started where we were comfortable to start showing each other some skin. But, things are mostly one sided till date. How One sided?? Good.. It's like me the man who is always sending and exposing the various parts of my body, while recieving only Laughter in Reception. D pics? yup, Bum Pics? yup, Balls? Yup.. Bro listen, I am also kinda obese with some good man melons, which jiggle well. Soooo.. One night I thought it'd be just funny, to expose a bit more of myself, and I did.. Yup, she laughed.. hard.. and from then on it has been a slippery slope.. How Slippery?? Good.. Somehow, before me realising stuffs, we had already switched Gender roles. She had become my Man and yup, me her Big Melony Woman. But things did not just stop here. And somehow, out of everything we could never have ever imagined, She awakened the worst form of man in herself. How Bad?? Not good man Not good.. Do you guys remember those old 70s 80s Bollywood Movie, with Amrish Puri playing the role of a Thakur.. Yup, she became that Thakur, of a literal Haveli, and I was reduced to her Helpless Chameli. And my Nightmares began. She would ask me to Strip Dance on sexy item songs, would make me squish my melons, shake my melons, pretend that i am griding her face with my melons, become a cow with hanging melons, and I kept feeling violated and molested everytime. A while later, she grew bored with my Melons, i mean i had done everything she asked for, so she came down on me, and flipped me around. From then her Bum Bum obsession began. She would make me bend over, ask to hover the video camera over my Bums, and shake them. Not just that, She even went creative like Mr. Beast, yup Beast Thakur, and started giving me challenges, where the most annoying one was, me wetting my Butt Cheeks, and giving as many wet prints on the wall as possible in under one minute, and the prize??? Her laughter.. I don't know man.. I am getting violated, molested and exposed every night, and even when it's not sexual, then i have to still become a Gorilla, beating his chest. Even after all this, i still love her, because nonetheless she is very caring and gentle at times and motivates me to do hard work just like her. She is my bestfriend and partner and we can talk about anything but i don't know whether this relationship is toxic or not. Please tell me..

Hi F 31 I am married for 4 yrs now staying in Hyderabad away from home town with husband and in-laws. My husband is 33 yrs. We have faced some ups and downs in the past in our marriage mainly because of the excessive interference of our in-laws. He will not be ready to understand that and it will lead to some arguments at times. However, after a while, I will ignore that for the sake of marriage, we will get back to normal again to our daily routine and continue normally together. We will spend time, smile together etc. Later whenever I will try to discuss with my husband about some serious goals in the future like buying a vehicle together, he will bring those past things. He will say that I fight with him and he can't trust me. We have no bond and all this, even though we laugh and we spend time and share intimacy from time to time. He will say that he will observe me for years, and like this has been going on for years. I don't understand what he exactly wants or observes or it's that he is not serious. No serious future goals are getting fulfilled like no house together, no vehicle together, not even proper trips together. Every time same thing he will say which will lead to more dissatisfaction and quarrel between us. I don't understand there is some problem with me or him. Now I am 31 and 33, and somewhere deep down I feel time is running for parenthood. I told him we should plan for child. He is saying what is there to plan, when it is to happen it should happen. I said still there should be some timeline like in the next 2 years we should plan, since I am woman it might be difficult after an age. He is saying no and then that first we should have the bond. He will say that we do fight, and still we have not done anything in 4 years. I don't understand what he wants us to do. When I ask him, he will say all these and then such a disturbing situation will be created between us. I am really not understanding what are his real intentions. I feel hopeless and directionless in life. Pls guide me.

33 female. I don’t know how to start, but it might be a long story. I live in Europe and got married to a person from my nationality. He was my friend, and due to circumstances we got married. But he has always been rude and aggressive. I did not respond at that time. We had many very heated arguments that led him to hit and beat me. Two times I also went to the police to file a complaint, but I did not follow through. To keep it short: Today, as it was the first day of Eid, I wanted to bake a cake and asked him to take care of the kids for a while. He did not respond. I asked him more than ten times. At the same time, I was cooking lunch and cleaning the house. He ignored me and stayed on the phone with his parents. The kids were crying, and I became emotional. I went into the room and tried to hit him with the vacuum cleaner. It was not hard, but he got up and became very aggressive. He used the same vacuum cleaner against me, even though I had my one-and-a-half-year-old daughter in my arms. Then he completely broke the vacuum cleaner. I could not take it anymore. I was crying and shaking. I called the police, and they came. He said that I hit him, and that he broke the vacuum cleaner himself. There are no visible injuries on either of us. The only damage was the vacuum cleaner. Besides that, the room he was staying in was messy, and the police also took a photo of his room. Earlier that day, I had asked him to help clean the room, but he ignored it as well, while I cleaned the rest of the house, cooked lunch, and took the child to kindergarten. The police heard his side first and were very rude to me. They said they would file a case of bodily harm against me and a damage case against him. It felt like I was treated as the main offender. When the police left, he was laughing at me. I am still shaking and cannot stop crying. He never puts effort into the children. Most of the time I feel like a single mother carrying all the burden. Sometimes I feel like ending my life. I have two small children, and I understand that an aggressive environment is bad for them. But my husband never tries to understand the situation or care. He ignores everything all the time. I am fed up with this situation. I kindly request your thoughts on this matter.

28M, Kolkata Longest post alert… bohut dardh hai bhai bolne do !! Maybe some relationships never get a name, yet they leave the deepest scars. I wasn’t looking for love anymore. After a peaceful breakup from a long relationship, life simply moved in different directions—when I left Kolkata for my second job, she later moved out too. We still are in touch because I always believed good people and good memories shouldn’t be erased so easily. After that, I genuinely enjoyed being single. Life was simple—office, football, parar adda, late-night food plans with friends, no restrictions from half wife. I was happy in that phase of life. Then I met her in my newly joined office in Kolkata 2 years back. She stood out without even trying—simple, grounded, the kind of Bengali girl you’d notice during Durga Pujo Ashtami Anjali beside her parents or at a para cultural function. In a world full of noise, fake personalities, and half-hearted connections, she felt pure and real. Soft-spoken, hardworking, calm, and innocent-looking. We started naturally—lunches, walks, momo evenings, after-office talks, random laughter. At that time, she was healing from a breakup, and I was simply there for her as a friend, with no intentions… only wanting to see her smile again. Daily conversations, changing bus routes just to travel together, waiting after office, weekend outings, dropping her home—slowly she became part of my everyday life. The smallest moments started feeling special simply because she was there in them. Her laughter started becoming enough to make my whole day better. We overshared everything, and we were very real with each other. And somehow along the way, I fell in love. With time, I realised we were different people. I was happy with my simple Samsung phone and bus rides while she preferred iPhones and cabs. Her world felt polished; mine was simple. I came from a middle-class Bengali family where even small savings matter. Maybe that’s why I never planned to confess, because somewhere I felt she was out of my league. Still, slowly we became closer. I got a green signal, I could feel it, but when I confessed my feelings, 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 loyalty, honesty, 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. I never wanted anything temporary with her. That’s why before getting into anything physical, I brought her home casually so she could know my world. My family normally welcomed her with warmth because, in my heart, she was never “casual.” I still remember she eating from my hands, carrying her bags, massaging her head when she was tired, eating the last bite of her ice cream, and silently enjoying her presence beside me. I still remember momo evenings, restaurant dates , random walks after office, and those quiet moments where we didn’t even need words. 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. And honestly, I loved her with everything I had. We enjoyed each other’s presence. Maybe it sounds old-fashioned, but I always believed intimacy should mean something real. My belief was simple—intimacy should be with the woman I would marry one day, the one I’d apply sindoor to. Maybe it sounds foolish to some, but to me, it was my way of becoming a good future husband. So when I crossed emotional and physical boundaries with her, it was never casual for me. In my heart, it felt like a silent promise. Somewhere in my mind, I genuinely felt my search was over. We were coming closer day by day and getting attached. But slowly I realised she probably didn’t love me the same way. I was not able to turn her “maybe, with no expectations” into a “yes.” But I still stayed. Maybe because I had become addicted to her presence emotionally and physically. At the same time, she had also become attached to me. I could feel her emotional dependence too. 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. Still, I stayed for as long as life allowed me to. Later she clearly said she didn’t feel the same way for me. But by then, I was already deeply attached to her presence. What we shared felt real to me. We were emotionally and physically close, doing everything couples usually do, so somewhere my heart started believing I had finally found my person. As we were doing everything a couple does and I was fully loyal and honest, I felt positive and thought she might be taking her time. 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? By the time I realised she didn’t love me the same way, it had become okay for me because I had already given my 100%. She didn’t feel the same way, and that is absolutely fine. I had no regrets about the love I gave her because she deserved it, and she was very pure with me at the same time. There came a point where maturity made me realise that love, no matter how pure, is not always enough to build a life. I loved her with everything I had in me, and if there is one thing I will always be proud of, it is the honesty, loyalty, and sincerity with which I loved her. My intentions were never temporary. I saw her with a kind of softness and respect that made me want to protect her happiness, even if it came at the cost of my own. Somewhere along the way, I started asking myself—what is the point of bringing someone into your life if you cannot give them the world they truly deserve? She deserved comfort, beautiful experiences, peace, security, and a life without compromises. And deep inside, I feared that maybe love alone could not give her all of that. The world is practical in ways the heart often refuses to understand. Sometimes loyalty, honesty, and emotional depth are not enough to win against the life someone dreams of. And that is why, despite loving her so deeply, I could never become selfish enough to hold her back. If loving someone truly means wanting the best for them, then I had to accept that maybe her happiness was more important than my desire to keep her with me. I would have been the happiest person alive if life had chosen us for each other, but love also means having the strength to let go when you believe someone deserves more than what you can offer. The painful part is that I never needed grand promises from her to stay. I had become so attached to her presence that even a small place in her life would have been enough for my heart. I was ready to stand beside her quietly for as long as destiny allowed, until the day she found the person she truly wanted for her future. And even then, I would have prayed for her happiness from afar, because sometimes loving someone deeply also means learning to love them selflessly. Before leaving hometown 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. Slowly, even my smallest happiness started including her, even my new office laptop password. Nothing changed except the distance. Then one day she told me she had met someone else and started loving him. That night, I completely broke down. Deep down, I knew this day might come, but obviously it would take time for me to accept it because I was already addicted to her presence. She had cried in front of me so many times, and I had always tried to make her laugh, protect her peace, and emotionally support her. So obviously it would never be easy for me to detach overnight. What hurt wasn’t that she chose someone else. What hurt was how quickly everything changed. A few days before, I was her “first priority.” as she told. Then suddenly, daily calls became one call a week. Messages started getting delayed even when I was simply asking how she was doing. Then came distance. Then silence. Then one day, I was blocked everywhere without even a goodbye. Hardly 2 calls and 3 messages within that, she changed completely and blocked me. We used to do more calls and messages in a single day. Even a phone asks before deleting something. But she didn’t. The way she replaced me hurt me. At least a good ending would have been enough instead of being thrown away like waste. Maybe we were never officially together, but what we shared never felt casual to me. That’s what hurts the most—not the rejection, but being erased so easily by someone who once felt like home. Someone I had helped heal from a similar pain. Sometimes I still wonder—did she really ghost me, or was everything casual for her from the beginning? How can someone cry in front of you, share every fear, every emotion, become physically and emotionally attached, make you feel so important… and then suddenly block you like you never mattered? The innocent heart and warmth I saw in her never felt capable of being so cold. Maybe I did something wrong, or maybe I simply failed to understand the situation. I still remember everything—our favorite food places, random laughter, quiet conversations, sharing ice cream, holding hands for miles, and all those tiny moments that silently became memories for life. My first everything was with her. I was honest, loyal, and emotionally genuine throughout. Maybe I was never enough for her world, but I still wonder—was there ever a lack of sincerity in the way I loved her? Moving on feels strange. Deleting her pictures feels like betrayal. Talking to new people feels empty. Sometimes I still wonder: Did I really mean nothing in the end? The colleague who backbitched about you stayed… but I, who stayed loyal, got blocked. Couldn’t I remain even a normal friend or just a contact in her phone? What mistake did I make that made it so easy to erase me completely? “Sobai roye gelo… ami-i block hoye gelam.” I understand she never officially committed anything to me. But we were emotionally and physically attached, and from my side it was always real. What hurts is not losing her. What hurts is being erased as if I meant nothing. Another strange thing is how our common office circle changed too. The WhatsApp group became inactive, conversations faded, and the people we once spent every day with slowly disappeared from my life. They were all girlsin that group. We shared so many memories together—office breaks, random outings, trips, laughter, long conversations, and moments that genuinely felt like family to me. I even brought some of them home. Back then, everything felt so normal and close. Even though none of them truly knew what existed between us, we were genuinely good friends once. That is why this sudden distance hurts so much now. Sometimes I overthink and wonder if she shared her version and made me the villain in everyone’s head, maybe to protect herself or avoid complications. Or maybe it is simply office distance and life moving on. I honestly do not know anymore. But either way, it hurts. It has already been months, yet emotionally I still feel stuck at the same place. During showers, before sleeping, or in random silent moments, my chest suddenly feels heavy and my mind goes back to everything again. I barely talk to my parents anymore. They are trying to find girls for me, some are even agreeing, but I just sit quietly with no feelings left inside me. My close friends have tried so hard to console me for months, but even they are slowly getting tired now. Day by day, the weight inside me only keeps increasing. The hardest part is not rejection, it is the lack of closure. I have always ended things on a good note, even with enemies. We may never speak again, but there was always some final understanding, some final words, some peace. But she was my special person. That is 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.” 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. Sometimes I also wonder whether I should casually stay in touch with my old colleagues again, or whether they already see me differently now. Maybe I am just overthinking, but somewhere inside me there is still a fear that I became the villain in a story nobody even fully knew. Suggest me what to do.....pagol kore dilo mey ta... my honesty and loyalty is now laughing at me.. And still, despite everything, I cannot hate her. She is still a good person in my eyes. A caring daughter, and someday she will probably be 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.

28M, Kolkata Longest post alert… bohut dardh hai bhai bolne do !! Maybe some relationships never get a name, yet they leave the deepest scars. I wasn’t looking for love anymore. After a peaceful breakup from a long relationship, life simply moved in different directions—when I left Kolkata for my second job, she later moved out too. We still are in touch because I always believed good people and good memories shouldn’t be erased so easily. After that, I genuinely enjoyed being single. Life was simple—office, football, parar adda, late-night food plans with friends, no restrictions from half wife. I was happy in that phase of life. Then I met her in my newly joined office in Kolkata 2 years back. She stood out without even trying—simple, grounded, the kind of Bengali girl you’d notice during Durga Pujo Ashtami Anjali beside her parents or at a para cultural function. In a world full of noise, fake personalities, and half-hearted connections, she felt pure and real. Soft-spoken, hardworking, calm, and innocent-looking. We started naturally—lunches, walks, momo evenings, after-office talks, random laughter. At that time, she was healing from a breakup, and I was simply there for her as a friend, with no intentions… only wanting to see her smile again. Daily conversations, changing bus routes just to travel together, waiting after office, weekend outings, dropping her home—slowly she became part of my everyday life. The smallest moments started feeling special simply because she was there in them. Her laughter started becoming enough to make my whole day better. We overshared everything, and we were very real with each other. And somehow along the way, I fell in love. With time, I realised we were different people. I was happy with my simple Samsung phone and bus rides while she preferred iPhones and cabs. Her world felt polished; mine was simple. I came from a middle-class Bengali family where even small savings matter. Maybe that’s why I never planned to confess, because somewhere I felt she was out of my league. Still, slowly we became closer. I got a green signal, I could feel it, but when I confessed my feelings, 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 loyalty, honesty, 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. I never wanted anything temporary with her. That’s why before getting into anything physical, I brought her home casually so she could know my world. My family normally welcomed her with warmth because, in my heart, she was never “casual.” I still remember she eating from my hands, carrying her bags, massaging her head when she was tired, eating the last bite of her ice cream, and silently enjoying her presence beside me. I still remember momo evenings, restaurant dates , random walks after office, and those quiet moments where we didn’t even need words. 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. And honestly, I loved her with everything I had. We enjoyed each other’s presence. Maybe it sounds old-fashioned, but I always believed intimacy should mean something real. My belief was simple—intimacy should be with the woman I would marry one day, the one I’d apply sindoor to. Maybe it sounds foolish to some, but to me, it was my way of becoming a good future husband. So when I crossed emotional and physical boundaries with her, it was never casual for me. In my heart, it felt like a silent promise. Somewhere in my mind, I genuinely felt my search was over. We were coming closer day by day and getting attached. But slowly I realised she probably didn’t love me the same way. I was not able to turn her “maybe, with no expectations” into a “yes.” But I still stayed. Maybe because I had become addicted to her presence emotionally and physically. At the same time, she had also become attached to me. I could feel her emotional dependence too. 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. Still, I stayed for as long as life allowed me to. Later she clearly said she didn’t feel the same way for me. But by then, I was already deeply attached to her presence. What we shared felt real to me. We were emotionally and physically close, doing everything couples usually do, so somewhere my heart started believing I had finally found my person. As we were doing everything a couple does and I was fully loyal and honest, I felt positive and thought she might be taking her time. 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? By the time I realised she didn’t love me the same way, it had become okay for me because I had already given my 100%. She didn’t feel the same way, and that is absolutely fine. I had no regrets about the love I gave her because she deserved it, and she was very pure with me at the same time. There came a point where maturity made me realise that love, no matter how pure, is not always enough to build a life. I loved her with everything I had in me, and if there is one thing I will always be proud of, it is the honesty, loyalty, and sincerity with which I loved her. My intentions were never temporary. I saw her with a kind of softness and respect that made me want to protect her happiness, even if it came at the cost of my own. Somewhere along the way, I started asking myself—what is the point of bringing someone into your life if you cannot give them the world they truly deserve? She deserved comfort, beautiful experiences, peace, security, and a life without compromises. And deep inside, I feared that maybe love alone could not give her all of that. The world is practical in ways the heart often refuses to understand. Sometimes loyalty, honesty, and emotional depth are not enough to win against the life someone dreams of. And that is why, despite loving her so deeply, I could never become selfish enough to hold her back. If loving someone truly means wanting the best for them, then I had to accept that maybe her happiness was more important than my desire to keep her with me. I would have been the happiest person alive if life had chosen us for each other, but love also means having the strength to let go when you believe someone deserves more than what you can offer. The painful part is that I never needed grand promises from her to stay. I had become so attached to her presence that even a small place in her life would have been enough for my heart. I was ready to stand beside her quietly for as long as destiny allowed, until the day she found the person she truly wanted for her future. And even then, I would have prayed for her happiness from afar, because sometimes loving someone deeply also means learning to love them selflessly. Before leaving hometown 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. Slowly, even my smallest happiness started including her, even my new office laptop password. Nothing changed except the distance. Then one day she told me she had met someone else and started loving him. That night, I completely broke down. Deep down, I knew this day might come, but obviously it would take time for me to accept it because I was already addicted to her presence. She had cried in front of me so many times, and I had always tried to make her laugh, protect her peace, and emotionally support her. So obviously it would never be easy for me to detach overnight. What hurt wasn’t that she chose someone else. What hurt was how quickly everything changed. A few days before, I was her “first priority.” as she told. Then suddenly, daily calls became one call a week. Messages started getting delayed even when I was simply asking how she was doing. Then came distance. Then silence. Then one day, I was blocked everywhere without even a goodbye. Hardly 2 calls and 3 messages within that, she changed completely and blocked me. We used to do more calls and messages in a single day. Even a phone asks before deleting something. But she didn’t. The way she replaced me hurt me. At least a good ending would have been enough instead of being thrown away like waste. Maybe we were never officially together, but what we shared never felt casual to me. That’s what hurts the most—not the rejection, but being erased so easily by someone who once felt like home. Someone I had helped heal from a similar pain. Sometimes I still wonder—did she really ghost me, or was everything casual for her from the beginning? How can someone cry in front of you, share every fear, every emotion, become physically and emotionally attached, make you feel so important… and then suddenly block you like you never mattered? The innocent heart and warmth I saw in her never felt capable of being so cold. Maybe I did something wrong, or maybe I simply failed to understand the situation. I still remember everything—our favorite food places, random laughter, quiet conversations, sharing ice cream, holding hands for miles, and all those tiny moments that silently became memories for life. My first everything was with her. I was honest, loyal, and emotionally genuine throughout. Maybe I was never enough for her world, but I still wonder—was there ever a lack of sincerity in the way I loved her? Moving on feels strange. Deleting her pictures feels like betrayal. Talking to new people feels empty. Sometimes I still wonder: Did I really mean nothing in the end? The colleague who backbitched about you stayed… but I, who stayed loyal, got blocked. Couldn’t I remain even a normal friend or just a contact in her phone? What mistake did I make that made it so easy to erase me completely? “Sobai roye gelo… ami-i block hoye gelam.” I understand she never officially committed anything to me. But we were emotionally and physically attached, and from my side it was always real. What hurts is not losing her. What hurts is being erased as if I meant nothing. Another strange thing is how our common office circle changed too. The WhatsApp group became inactive, conversations faded, and the people we once spent every day with slowly disappeared from my life. They were all girlsin that group. We shared so many memories together—office breaks, random outings, trips, laughter, long conversations, and moments that genuinely felt like family to me. I even brought some of them home. Back then, everything felt so normal and close. Even though none of them truly knew what existed between us, we were genuinely good friends once. That is why this sudden distance hurts so much now. Sometimes I overthink and wonder if she shared her version and made me the villain in everyone’s head, maybe to protect herself or avoid complications. Or maybe it is simply office distance and life moving on. I honestly do not know anymore. But either way, it hurts. It has already been months, yet emotionally I still feel stuck at the same place. During showers, before sleeping, or in random silent moments, my chest suddenly feels heavy and my mind goes back to everything again. I barely talk to my parents anymore. They are trying to find girls for me, some are even agreeing, but I just sit quietly with no feelings left inside me. My close friends have tried so hard to console me for months, but even they are slowly getting tired now. Day by day, the weight inside me only keeps increasing. The hardest part is not rejection, it is the lack of closure. I have always ended things on a good note, even with enemies. We may never speak again, but there was always some final understanding, some final words, some peace. But she was my special person. That is 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.” 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. Sometimes I also wonder whether I should casually stay in touch with my old colleagues again, or whether they already see me differently now. Maybe I am just overthinking, but somewhere inside me there is still a fear that I became the villain in a story nobody even fully knew. Suggest me what to do.....pagol kore dilo mey ta... my honesty and loyalty is now laughing at me.. And still, despite everything, I cannot hate her. She is still a good person in my eyes. A caring daughter, and someday she will probably be 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. Khub khub bhalo theko.

*My First Love* _Anonymous_ Please hide my identity. I live somewhere in Mindanao. I’m female, and I just want to share my first love story. Sorry if it’s not detailed or well organized — this happened four years ago. I’m sharing this openly, so feel free to critique. In 20_, I was looking for a boarding house while preparing for my board exam. On 20_, I found one, and that’s where I met him. He was a bit effeminate and would tease me from morning until bath time. He had a way of annoying me that made me want to punch him, but it was mostly playful. At first, I didn’t even know what his gender was. We ate together, bought food together, and spent almost every day together. It became our morning routine. Even on days I was in a bad mood because of his teasing, I let it slide because he said hurtful things to others too, not just me. Sorry, I don’t remember the exact words anymore — it was a long time ago. Once, when I went home, he messaged me saying he missed me, then added “just kidding.” At that time, I only thought of him as a friend, but I did miss his teasing. There was also a time when it was just the two of us in the boarding house. I let him into my room, and he accepted. That’s when it hit me: he’s gay, but he’s still male. People started saying we looked like a couple because we were so close and affectionate. To me, it felt like friendship. A friend even told me, “Even if he’s gay, he’s still a male.” That made me wonder about his gender. Was he bisexual? When another month passed, I hadn’t taken the board exam yet, so I went home and told him I was leaving. We stayed in touch and checked on each other, but I missed him — his teasing, his presence. The first time I saw him in the boarding house, when he opened his door, it felt like slow motion. I was eating and was struck by his face: sharp nose, fair skin. Before I knew he was gay, I thought, “Damn, he’s handsome.” Later that afternoon, I saw him swaying his hips and walking playfully. That’s when it clicked: “Oh no… he’s gay.” It turned out he was close with my roommate. He would walk into their room and say things like, “Whoa, you sleep so early — it’s still early.” They’d ask if I’d eaten yet. After that, there wasn’t a day he didn’t tease me, get on my nerves, and irritate me. When I went home, he messaged me that he missed me. I didn’t tell him I missed him too. I missed his teasing, but it felt awkward once I realized he was gay. One day I thought, _what if I confess?_ So I did, through social media. His reply was just “???” and then he blocked me. I knew why — I had told him I had feelings for him. After that, it felt like a weight was lifted. My emotions were finally out. He blocked me, and I cried. I think he was my first love. I’m NBSB, after all. Every morning, I really missed him. A year passed, and I passed the government exam. I decided to work far away, and a few months later I got hired at a private company. At the same time, I was dealing with family issues and a broken heart. It all hit at once. --- *Letter to him:* Thank you for being good and kind to me. Thank you for coming into my life and becoming part of it — for making me laugh, for teasing me, for being straightforward, and for being generous. I know you’re happy now, and I’m grateful for the good memories we shared. Every time I go to the city, I still think about it. I’m sorry I confessed to you that day; I just needed to release that feeling. Take good care, and God bless. --- *Final thoughts:* There are people who come into your life and become your temporary happiness. I’ve learned that kind of happiness is worth savoring, because life is short. That’s what I learned from him. Thank you for being my first love. Sorry if this isn’t written perfectly — I just wanted to share what I went through. Sometimes we reminisce, and it’s unavoidable, even for you, right? Now I understand him, and I’m thankful. Sometimes our hearts flutter for anyone without us knowing it. I’m grateful I got to feel what first love is like. *This was four years ago and I was just reminiscing and remembered it. *Thank you readers and take care, Sincerely, J

I Just Want One Chance…” Yaar a few days ago I saw a girl and since then she’s been stuck in my mind. She looked very simple and decent. The kind of person you instantly respect without even knowing much about them. I really want to approach her, but the biggest problem is my own confidence. Honestly, I’ve never been confident because of my looks. My face isn’t that good-looking and I’m overweight too. People who’ve never gone through this usually say things like “just be confident,” but reality is different. When a person spends years comparing himself to better-looking people… standing next to handsome friends and feeling awkward… seeing his own face in group photos and getting disappointed… wearing clothes and still feeling like nothing suits him… slowly he starts stepping back from everything himself. The worst part is that you reject yourself before anyone else even gets the chance to. I’ve done that a lot. Before even talking to a girl, the first thought in my mind is always, “Why would someone like her ever be interested in a guy like me?” That’s why lately I’ve genuinely been trying to work on myself. Trying to lose weight, improve my appearance, and become a better version of myself overall. Because I realized this isn’t just about looks — it affects your whole confidence. You stop expressing yourself openly, you stay conscious all the time, and overthinking becomes part of your daily life. But now there’s another fear in my mind too… I don’t want to spend all this time improving myself only to find out that she’s already gone from my life before I even tried. That’s why I feel like I should approach her honestly. Not with fake confidence or cheesy lines… just normally and sincerely. And I want to tell her this: “Look, I know I’m not perfect right now. I know my face and physique are not the best. But I’m genuinely trying to improve myself. I just want one chance… just enough for you to stay in touch with me for some time. And if I fail to improve myself, if I can’t become better… then I’ll step back on my own.” I honestly don’t know if this way of thinking is right or wrong… but for the first time in a long time, I feel both fear and hope at the same time.”

Hey guys! I'm (M,19) real and genuine here. So, I was aspirant for last 3 years for JEE (from class 11th to droper) and my result is quite good. I'm decent good in looks but being isolated for 3 years kills my socializing and conversation skills and feels so lonely and crave for attention and human interactions and I was being quite friendly before this JEE and studies and all. So, I'm in summer vacation at my grandma's house and here my aunt (bua) is also here and she loves me and being too much close and touchy with me and anyhow I feel good and she gives me weird looks and double meaning jokes! Apart from this she is married and still having marital affair and I know about this and she even refused and requested me to not tell anyone and rn at the time of typing she is with her bf in his appartment. Should I go for her and have something with her? She is really good looking and having zero figure and I'm always into milf and heavily attracted to her (well I'm virgin and never had something before)

42M, Chennai. You know, when I look back, my school days in Chennai feel like a whole different lifetime. I grew up in T. Nagar, the kind of place where you hear temple bells, auto horns, and the smell of filter coffee from some uncle’s house all mixed together. Every morning, I’d wear that same khaki uniform, polish my shoes till they shone like mirrors, and board the MTC bus from Panagal Park. School was St. Bede’s not that I was a star student or anything. I was the kind of boy who sat in the last bench, drew rangoli patterns on the last page of my notebook, and prayed that the English teacher wouldn’t call on me. But making friends? That happened without even trying. There was this one guy, Suresh, who shared his lunch with me on the very first day because I forgot my tiffin box. Another friend, Ramesh, used to cycle with me after school to buy sugarcane juice near the signal. We never planned to be friends. It just happened. That’s the thing about real friendship there’s no reason for it. You don’t become friends because someone is rich or smart. You become friends because you laugh at the same stupid jokes, get scolded together by the PT master, and stand under the same sun during morning assembly. And I’ve learned over the years not to carry any grudges. Even if someone teased me or made me angry back then, what’s the point of holding on? Life is too short. People change. That one boy who pulled my ear in class? Now he’s the first person to send me a birthday message at midnight. So yes, I’ve let go. No bitterness. No “but he did this twenty years ago.” Now we’re all grown up. Some are in the US, some in Dubai, some still in Chennai, working in IT companies or running small businesses. But the bond is still there. The other day, at 1:30 AM, my phone buzzed. It was Rajesh from our group. No text first. Just a call. I picked up, half asleep, and he said, “Dei, nothing. Just wanted to talk. You free?” And we spoke for an hour about old teachers, about how his father is not keeping well, about some random memory from class nine. No agenda. No favour. Just talk. That’s the beauty. Friends don’t need a reason to call. They just do. But here’s something I’ve learned the hard way. In our WhatsApp group, sometimes someone will write, “I’m not feeling good these days,” or “Work is killing me, I feel so low.” And many of us used to react with laughing emojis or make a joke like, “Dei, you’re always depressed only.” But one day, Suresh quietly left the group. When I called him, he broke down. He said, “You all think I’m joking. But I’m really struggling.” That hit me hard. So now, when a friend says something is wrong, I don’t take it lightly. I call them privately. I ask, “What happened, macha? Tell me properly.” Because you never know. Behind every “I’m fine” could be a person who is barely holding it together. We have to handle friendships carefully not like a meme page, but like a family. As life goes by, we get older. Some of us are married. Some have kids. Some have lost parents. And slowly, the children will grow up and leave. They’ll have their own lives. But who remains? The same school friends. The same people who saw you when you had no beard, no job, no worries. They’ll stay even when everyone else has left — when a marriage fails, when a business collapses, when health fails. No one asks, “How much do you earn?” or “What do you own?” because we all started from the same bench, same classroom, same stupid assembly line. There’s no money or net worth between us. We are equal. And one more thing respect their family. If your friend’s mother is sick, ask about her. If his sister is getting married, be happy genuinely. Don’t make certain things into a joke. Some topics are sacred. Some pain is invisible. We never know how sensitive a person truly is. The guy who laughs the loudest might be crying inside his bedroom. So we must handle everyone with care. That’s what growing up teaches you — if you’re lucky. Today, even though we are scattered across different parts of the world from Sydney to San Francisco, from Bangalore to Berlin ... staying connected keeps life alive. A voice note here, a stupid old photo there, a sudden call in the middle of the night just to say, “Dei, I was thinking about you.” That’s it. That’s everything. That’s what makes life feel real even when everything else feels like a blur.