Surface of Me
I'm not an NPC. And neither are we.
All these cheating confessions are just lame and gross.
Gimme some good stuff.
Gimme some good stuff.
All these cheating confessions are just lame and gross.
Gimme some good stuff.
Right, I think it's time I finally came clean about something that's been weighing on my conscience. But, for the sake of anonymity, I'll do it through this little thread.
About 3 years ago, I got engaged to the woman who is now the absolute love of my life. We've spent 5 happy years together and we finally got married a year ago. I couldn't have ever asked for more, but for some reason I had this strange moment of weakness about 4 months after getting engaged. A gaffer (who will remain anonymous for both of our sakes) and I were good friends on the board and we both lived in the same state, so we would meet up regularly to play Street Fighter 2 and go to a bar. He and I were really close and, well, one thing lead to another and we sort of hooked up. I had a gay experience with a gaffer 4 months into my engagement and nobody has ever found out since. It'd probably be fine if this was just the one time, but every time we met up, we did things. I think we met up about twice a month, so make what you will of that. Adding to that, it may or may not have been illegal to do some of the things we did in the state we're from, but I'm not going to admit to anything further than that.
We stopped meeting up around the time of my wedding, but we still talk.
I just needed to get this off of my chest. I really miss him, but my marriage is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Don't worry, in the back of their heads they will be thinking "darnit, should've stayed home too".
I dropped a poop confessional on the last page, but it got cut off.
Puns intended.
I like to go on Grindr and talk to guys. I see myself as straight but I was very close to going over to a 45 year old guy's house on Sunday afternoon Im only 23. He was talking about how he was going to get me to wear tights and panties.
I also like to talk to guys, girls and couples on Tinder as a hot bisexual girl (I'm a guy). Talking away to girls, guys and couples. I'd never have the balls to make my own account but it's nice to talk to people who think you're attractive. I was talking to one girl for near a month from my city and some recent divorced housewife who would get drunk and send me the filthiest messages imaginable.
I dropped a poop confessional on the last page, but it got cut off.
Puns intended.
To the Lurker that e-mailed me about not being accepted to NeoGAF yet:
Why on Earth would you send that from your firm's e-mail, why on earth are you talking about your scrotum and the banhammer and bish's cock?
And you signed it with your name.
And your firm's name. From your official e-mail.
That's just dumb. What if your bosses read that?
Hahahahaahahahahaa
Please share
Based on what you've written, in my amateur, non-professional opinion... you're not gay. Your OCD is screwing with you and dumping intrusive thoughts in your head. See a therapist.
But hey, maybe you're bi.
That sounds similar to avenues my OCD attacks me. Generally, it picks something I consider vile and unacceptable, and convinces me that is what I am. In 7th grade, it was that; feel a little scuzzy admitting that but...Based on what you've written, in my amateur, non-professional opinion... you're not gay. Your OCD is screwing with you and dumping intrusive thoughts in your head. See a therapist.
But hey, maybe you're bi.
The below confessor requested that I tag this confession with a 'trigger' warning, so there it is. Trigger warning.
Don't apologize for trying to reach out, man. This probably isn't the most depressing thing we've received.
To the Lurker that e-mailed me about not being accepted to NeoGAF yet:
Why on Earth would you send that from your firm's e-mail, why on earth are you talking about your scrotum and the banhammer and bish's cock?
And you signed it with your name.
And your firm's name. From your official e-mail.
That's just dumb. What if your bosses read that?
To the Lurker that e-mailed me about not being accepted to NeoGAF yet:
Why on Earth would you send that from your firm's e-mail, why on earth are you talking about your scrotum and the banhammer and bish's cock?
Hey,
I doubt anyone would recognize my email so I dont care to send it.
My best friend started dating my ex-girlfriend the other day.
They hid it from me and lied. Yet they accuse me of being the bad guy.
I dont know how Im supposed to feel. I want to punch them both straight in the mouth.
The funny thing is I could sleep with her if I wanted.
Oh, I forgot to mention this is my ex wifes younger sister.
Im not sure that matters. This isnt much of a confession more of a need to vent.
*Some shitty story*
Well now you have to share.To the Lurker that e-mailed me about not being accepted to NeoGAF yet:
Why on Earth would you send that from your firm's e-mail, why on earth are you talking about your scrotum and the banhammer and bish's cock?
And you signed it with your name.
And your firm's name. From your official e-mail.
That's just dumb. What if your bosses read that?
I was going to write out a very long confession but...gist of it is...I'm tired and exhausted from life and I can't get money or resources to treat my mental illness.
I just want to stop the thoughts in my head so I can pursue my dreams..
To the Lurker that e-mailed me about not being accepted to NeoGAF yet:
Why on Earth would you send that from your firm's e-mail, why on earth are you talking about your scrotum and the banhammer and bish's cock?
And you signed it with your name.
And your firm's name. From your official e-mail.
That's just dumb. What if your bosses read that?
You pretty much set yourself up for failure when you started dating your ex-wife's sister.
You pretty much set yourself up for failure when you started dating your ex-wife's sister.
I am a morbidly obese, socially awkward 27 year old virgin. I weigh over 300 lbs (as of the time of writing, 347). I have lost nearly 50lbs in the last 3 months, and I actually feel the best I've felt in many years now, physically. I am not losing weight to attempt to become more attractive or meet girls (like I have tried in the past), for now it's only for health reasons so I don't croak of a heart attack at 30.
I'm a virgin mostly because I stopped caring a long time ago. I know that I am hideous and I don't even attempt to meet women or anything like that, but I think if I tried I could probably make it happen anyway. It really doesn't matter to me anymore whether I find someone or not. I'm happy to go home and play games online with my buddies. I have no interest in marriage or children.
I have a good job as a Software Engineer and live in an apartment alone. I have no debt whatsoever and can freely spend to support gaming as my hobby. I don't consider myself depressed, but I think most people would probably consider my attitude as depression. I like to sit at home and play games, and always have ever since I can remember.
If you are truly, in your heart, happy with your life, then I wish you well.
Honestly I envy this guy.
I gave a gaffer genital warts. Sorry.
If you are truly, in your heart, happy with your life, then I wish you well.
BrokeGAF Streetfighter? That's what I'm calling this one.How about gay gaffer cheating, breh
Right, I think it's time I finally came clean about something that's been weighing on my conscience. But, for the sake of anonymity, I'll do it through this little thread.
About 3 years ago, I got engaged to the woman who is now the absolute love of my life. We've spent 5 happy years together and we finally got married a year ago. I couldn't have ever asked for more, but for some reason I had this strange moment of weakness about 4 months after getting engaged. A gaffer (who will remain anonymous for both of our sakes) and I were good friends on the board and we both lived in the same state, so we would meet up regularly to play Street Fighter 2 and go to a bar. He and I were really close and, well, one thing lead to another and we sort of hooked up. I had a gay experience with a gaffer 4 months into my engagement and nobody has ever found out since. It'd probably be fine if this was just the one time, but every time we met up, we did things. I think we met up about twice a month, so make what you will of that. Adding to that, it may or may not have been illegal to do some of the things we did in the state we're from, but I'm not going to admit to anything further than that.
We stopped meeting up around the time of my wedding, but we still talk.
I just needed to get this off of my chest. I really miss him, but my marriage is the best thing that ever happened to me.
Oh man, who would deny the opportunity to go out with someone they love?
BrokeGAF Streetfighter? That's what I'm calling this one.
Don't worry about this man. You are an adult and can do the things you want to do, and there's not any shame in it. If you having sex with other people wasn't part of your agreement with your wife, then don't tell her about it. As long as you didn't do it with the intention to hurt her (which it doesn't sound like you did) then you didn't do anything wrong.
If these meetups were outside of the bounds of your committed relationship and it bothers you that you did it, you can't change it. When you think of it, acknowledge to yourself that you did it, acknowledge to yourself that it was the wrong thing to do, but also remember to acknowledge to yourself that it doesn't make you a bad person.
What an influx of updates. Going to read during break, it all seems so interesting.
If you are truly, in your heart, happy with your life, then I wish you well.
Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and disagree with you on that. If you make a commitment to someone and you're sneaking around behind their back, without their knowledge, then that is a pretty rotten thing to do. Either be honest with her, or don't do it (either get married to her or have hot gay GAFer sex).
When you make a commitment to another person, you have a responsibility.
You're right in that you have a commitment, but you have to remember that that commitment is different for every couple, and this person didn't share what the terms of his agreement with his wife is. If it's okay with her that he sleeps with other people, then nothing wrong happened. His saying it's been on his conscience does indicate that it was cheating, but I don't like to assume such things.
It's also my opinion that doing something wrong doesn't make someone a bad person. If he is otherwise an upstanding individual and treats his wife well, then if he cheated on her it's a personal failing. But everyone has failings, and if the results of his weren't destructive to himself or the people around him then I don't think we should be judging him.
That's nasty. I mean... that's just really nasty on multiple levels.
Nasty.
I wonder if doozy will be topped.
Which was the doozy? Something about incest or an abortion?
I remember being horrified, but I can't recall the content.
Which was the doozy? Something about incest or an abortion?
I remember being horrified, but I can't recall the content.
Mental care isn't covered by the government...at least not here.
I'm unable to find work in my present condition.
I have one best friend I can confide in about all of this. I'm generally untrustworthy of others because a lot of people don't understand the hell I go through each day. It's just a casual "it'll get better" or "get used to it". The mental health thread is helpful at times on GAF, but I can't substitute it for actual mental health care, if you get what I mean?
I don't know...I'm just tired and wish I can go for my dreams. I'm a writer and painter...yet, I can't make anything work out for me. I want to be artistic yet I lack the physical and mental strength to keep going. Even though I still do things for my art and writing...I just still feel exhausted in the end.
I just want something to work out even though I work really hard...
I went to a party and texted a female friend of mine to show up when she got out of work. She ended up showing up at like 2 am when the party was just ending. We took 2 xanax bars each and decided to start drinking really heavily. After about an hour or so she decided we should leave and we went to my car. I told her I was way too fucked up to drive so we sat in my backseat. I completely blacked out at some point and when I woke up both her and I had our pants and underwear off. She woke up extremely worried and kept asking me what happened and I honestly had no idea what to tell her. She told me I needed to drive her home. I got home and passed out. The following morning I called and texted her to ask if she was fine only to have no response. I had a giant hickey on my neck and a bunch of scratch marks on my back as well. That was about 6 months ago and despite me trying to reach out to her asking if she was ok she as completely ignored me. I feel like a fucking rapist and I have no idea what I did that night. I was friends with this girl for about 4 years and it all went to shit after that night.
BrokeGAF Streetfighter? That's what I'm calling this one.
Don't worry about this man. You are an adult and can do the things you want to do, and there's not any shame in it. If you having sex with other people wasn't part of your agreement with your wife, then don't tell her about it. As long as you didn't do it with the intention to hurt her (which it doesn't sound like you did) then you didn't do anything wrong.
If these meetups were outside of the bounds of your committed relationship and it bothers you that you did it, you can't change it. When you think of it, acknowledge to yourself that you did it, acknowledge to yourself that it was the wrong thing to do, but also remember to acknowledge to yourself that it doesn't make you a bad person.
You are an adult and can do the things you want to do, and there's not any shame in it. If you having sex with other people wasn't part of your agreement with your wife, then don't tell her about it. As long as you didn't do it with the intention to hurt her (which it doesn't sound like you did) then you didn't do anything wrong.
Here I was thinking that marriage was supposed to be a symbol of love, of partnership, uniting with the person you love most in the world, your one bastion of sanity and hope in a cruel, dreary world. Your spouse is the person you love, respect, and trust the most.
Clearly I was wrong.