I Fucked My Best Friend, and It’s a Total Shitshow

Listen up, this is the most colossal fuck-up of my entire existence—hooking up with my best friend. I’m ashamed to even spit it out, but hell, I think I’ve fallen hard for the bastard. We’re both drowning in guilt over this clusterfuck, knowing damn well our friendship is the real treasure here. Plus, we’ve got families, settled lives, the whole damn package. So, we dragged ourselves to a shrink, desperate to untangle this mess of emotions and figure out how to claw our way out. After a few soul-baring sessions, it hit me like a freight train—I’m fucking in love with him. I want to be with him, to torch my marriage and run. When I spilled this bombshell, buzzing with wild hope, he just stared at me and dropped the hammer: this fling was nothing but a stupid slip-up for him. He’s hell-bent on saving his family, and to do that, we gotta cut all ties. So here I am, my feelings for my husband colder than a corpse, my heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. Back to therapy I go, fuck my life...
#heartbreak #cheating #fuckedup #emotionalwreck

I Got Down and Dirty with a Married Co-worker...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a fierce warrior for the sacred rule: married men are off-limits, a complete no-go zone. I’ve screamed it from the rooftops, throwing shade at any chick who dared cross that line with a ringed-up dude. But guess what? A few days back, after wrestling with temptation for nearly six months, I threw caution—and my morals—to the wind and hooked up with a married colleague. No excuses here, folks. We weren’t sloshed, no blurry lines; we knew damn well what we were diving into. And the sickest part? I don’t feel a shred of guilt. Not even a whisper of regret.
#taboo #affair #noregrets #scandal

Lizun from the Left Bank

Hell yeah, I’m absolutely obsessed with going down on a woman—my first girlfriend opened that wild door for me, and I’ve been hooked ever since, craving it like a damn addict. But here’s the kicker: I’ve been married for almost 5 years now. I’m crazy about my wife, head over heels, no question. Yet, she slams the brakes on me every time—she’s got this old-school vibe, saying a mouth’s just for eating food, not for getting freaky. Recently, I screwed up big time. I cheated on her by indulging in my obsession with someone else. I know I messed up, I’m drowning in guilt, but I’m at a total loss on how to make this right.
#taboo #confession #guilt #desire

I betrayed him just to taste the thrill of deception.

I cheated on my boyfriend with cold, calculated intent, not a drop of alcohol in my veins, every damn step planned out. I craved to uncover the raw, twisted emotions that betrayal could ignite within me. When the deed was done, a wicked rush of exhilaration hit me—hell, I’d broken new ground for myself! Not a shred of guilt stained my conscience. I still love my man, truly, but the other guy? A meaningless pawn, nothing but a body for the act. In the end, I’m fucking glad I took the plunge, though I realized cheating ain’t my game. No regrets, not even a whisper!
#betrayal #thrillseeker #noregrets #taboo

So, this young dude was hustling on construction gigs, bouncing from site to site, only dragging his ass back home once a month. And here I am, young, fiery, and full of damn heat, with a coworker starting to sweet-talk me like I’m the last piece of candy in the jar.
It happened. One wild night. Then, hell, a second round for good measure.
Now my man’s got it in his head to pop the big question, ring and all.
And me? I can’t even muster the guts to lock eyes with him without feeling like a damn traitor.
#cheating #drama #guilt #secrets

I screwed up. Big time. At a damn office party, I drowned myself in booze and let it all spiral out of control—just one reckless night, and boom, I cheated.
My husband’s clueless. We’ve got a kid together.
Things with him? They’re... fine, I guess. But ever since that night, I’m trapped in a fucking noose of guilt.
Can’t shake the memory. Can’t spit out the truth.
What the hell do I do? Confess and blow up my life? Or keep my mouth shut and drag this shame with me to the grave?

😐-Keep it buried
👍-Come clean and face the fire
#guilt #cheating #secrets #dilemma

Dropped out of school, got no job, and straight-up lied to my folks, telling ‘em everything’s peachy. For a whole damn year, they’ve been wiring me cash—supposedly for tuition, rent, and grub. Hell, I even begged for a gym membership, but never set foot in the place. Instead, I’m just rotting away at home, chugging cheap booze and grinding Dota like a no-life degenerate. And the sickest part? I don’t even feel a shred of guilt. Nah, all I’m thinking about is how to squeeze more dough outta them with my next bullshit story...
#deadbeat #scammer #gamingaddict #shameless

P26. I’m a debt collector, and at first, I got a real kick out of squeezing every last dime out of deadbeats, drunks, and frail old geezers. It was a power trip, reveling in the fact that I wasn’t a pathetic loser like them, scaring the crap out of them with a wicked grin. But now, damn, my conscience is gnawing at me. I’ve realized how messed up this is—hell, I could easily end up in their shoes, broke and desperate. Quitting ain’t an option; we’ve got brutal quotas, and if I don’t get the cash, I’m the one who’s gotta cover the shortfall. What the hell should I do? What’s your take?

👍 - Keep grinding and ignore the guilt
😐 - Snatch some cash from the till and bolt to Georgia
#moralcrisis #debtcollector #hardchoices #guilt

Парень, не из богачей, раскошелился на айфон ко дню рождения, устроил мне настоящий праздник: торт, свечи, романтика на полную катушку. А я, черт возьми, через пару дней уже в объятиях боксёрского тренера, потому что он – чистый адреналин, грубый и реальный, не то что эти сладкие мальчики. И вроде как грызёт совесть, но, блин, не особо – азарт перебивает. А теперь тренер пропал, будто испарился, не отвечает на звонки, а мой добряк всё ещё шлёт свои милые "спокойной ночи", не зная, что я натворила.

Translation:
The guy, not exactly rolling in cash, splurged on an iPhone for my birthday, pulled out all the stops with a cake, candles, the whole damn romantic show. And me? Hell, two days later I’m tangled up with my boxing coach, ‘cause he’s pure fire – rough, real, not like these soft pretty boys. Guilt’s nibbling at me, but fuck it, not really – the thrill’s too damn good. Now the coach ghosts me, won’t even pick up, while my sweet boy still texts “goodnight,” clueless about the mess I’ve made.
#drama #betrayal #guilt #savage

A buddy of mine begged me to be his alibi, spinning a yarn to his wife that he’s crashing at my place for the night. Truth is, the sly bastard was off chasing tail with another woman.
The next day, his wife hits me up with a message: “So, what kind of wild shit did you two get into? He rolled in looking like he won the damn lottery, haha!”
Now I’m sitting here feeling like absolute trash, drowning in guilt.
Do I spill the ugly truth to her?
Or do I keep my damn mouth shut, ‘cause this ain’t my circus, nor my monkeys?

😢 - Stay out of it
👍 - Drop the bombshell
#betrayal #cheating #dilemma #guilt

Caught a coworker I’ve known for ages red-handed, stealing petty crap from the office—nothing major, just small tech gadgets. The bastard’s been sneaking stuff under our noses. If I rat him out, he’s toast—fired on the spot, no question. If I keep my mouth shut, I’m basically an accomplice, and that gnaws at my guts. He knows I’ve figured it out; now he’s slinking around with this fake “buddy-buddy” bullshit, tossing me little bribes like I’m some cheap whore. I fucking despise this whole situation. What the hell do I do?

😐-Stay silent and stew in guilt
👍-Snitch and watch the fireworks
#officepolitics #betrayal #moralquandary #whattodo

Had a boyfriend. We fought constantly, everything was tense.Wanted to shake things up somehow, feel needed, alive.Met a guy online - just texting, nothing serious. For months. Seemed normal. Then we met.He bought drinks, was sweet, said nice things. Then... took me to an apartment with others. ******* ody asked questions there - they passed me around.It's been a year since.My boyfriend and I made up. He's here, loves me, trusts me. And I just stay silent.I can't tell him. And I can't forget.#trauma #silence #guilt #secrets #assault #canttell #livingwithit