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Yesterday, I was talking to a man on Reddit who reached out to me after reading one of my confession posts about my emotionally distant father and how much it hurts to feel unloved by him. At first, he was very kind. He comforted me, gave me advice on how to talk to my father, and suggested ways I could express how deeply his emotional distance affects me.

As our conversation continued, he suddenly said that if I were his daughter, he would give me more than just hugs and affection. That immediately made me uncomfortable, so I asked whether he was married. He said yes. I then asked if he had children, and he told me he had four, including two daughters.

I asked him if he was attracted to his own daughter. He admitted that he often notices how pretty she is and described the way she dresses and looks at home. I told him that she is his biological daughter and that he should never look at her in that way. I explained that if she ever found out, she would likely feel disgusted, unsafe, and betrayed because a father is supposed to be his daughter's safe place.

He insisted that he would never act on those thoughts. He even admitted that he imagines his daughter while being intimate with his wife. I was shocked and told him again that this was deeply wrong and that he needed to stop thinking about his daughter in that way. He eventually said he would try, and the conversation ended.

Afterward, I couldn't stop thinking about what he had confessed. I anonymously shared the story on Reddit without revealing his identity because I genuinely wanted people to be aware that individuals like this exist. Unfortunately, someone in the comments managed to identify his account and tagged him, even though I had not intended for that to happen.

He later messaged me, saying I had violated his privacy and demanding that I delete the post. I apologized for the unintended consequences but refused to remove it because I believed the situation was serious enough to be discussed. During that conversation, he mocked me about my emotionally distant father and said, "Now I know why he doesn't care about you." That hurt, but it also made me realize that instead of reflecting on what he had admitted, he chose to attack one of my deepest emotional wounds.

Now I'm left feeling conflicted. Part of me feels guilty because he was identified, even though that was never my intention. At the same time, I don't believe I was wrong for speaking up about something I found deeply disturbing. I still don't hate him, and I genuinely wish him the best. I only hope that, for the sake of his family—especially his daughters—he gets the help he needs and never allows those thoughts to become actions.

Well, as the title says, yes, that's what happened.

This man slided into my inbox after reading one of my confession post about me being into older men. I replied to him. We got to know each other a little bit - our ages, our ethnicity, etc. He told me to describe what I looked like, and I did. When he found out that I was the same age as his biological daughter and had similar features, he told me that he wants me to roleplay as his daughter while we sexted. I immediately stopped the entire thing and blocked him because what the fuck? He wanted to fuck his biological daughter? That's one of the most absurd thing I've ever heard.

Did i do the right thing or not? Comments are appreciated.

So few weeks back a guy slided into my inbox and i replied to him. After having a conversation with him I got to know that he was from the US, 35 years old, let's call him john. And we started chatting, honestly we got pretty close, he asked about my type, my kinks, my fantasies, my tits size, how i look etc etc and I shared it all.

John asked me to call him "daddy" and tbh i freaking loved it. He was very dominant. John and i used to have sext every single night. He used to give me daily tasks to do like edging myself 5 times a day, shave my full body, watch white man porn, write daddy's slut on my inner thighs etc.

And I used to do exactly what john demanded. One of the best thing about john was that he had never asked me to share my personal pictures.

He used to demand things on chat for example, closing my bedroom's door, stripping off my clothes, be completely naked, getting on all my fours with my ass cheeks spread wide as if I'm showing him my insides, rubbing my clit, fingering my pussy with 2 or 3 fingers as he demanded, pinching my nipples hard 5 times each, spanking my ass 10 times on each cheeks as hard as I can leaving red marks and oh god it used to sting so bad but i still used to do it, slapping my tits, sticking my tongue out while fingering my pussy fast and deep hitting my gspot, fucking my asshole with my fingers. And when I used to be close to cum, john used to count from 1 to 10 and i HAD to cum until he stops counting, and if i didn't cum into that 10 secs, he used to demand me to slap my face as hard as I can. After i used to cum he demanded to spread my pussy juice all over my face and lick the remaining juice from my fingers. He used to call me " babygirl", "good girl", "my princess" and "my lil slut" and i fucking loved when he called me that.

This went on for a week, and then one day he suddenly blocked me out of nowhere. Honestly that experience was pretty hot and i fucking loved it so much, in that week I had the some of the best orgasms i ever had.

Just wanted to share my experience, that's all. Thanks for reading.

Hi dad,

I hope you are doing well. Even though we live in the same house, I don't know much about what is going on in your life because you never share anything with us. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, dad. I really do love you so much, but lately, it hurts.

It hurts seeing you so distant from us, and so detached from me. Why, dad? Why are you so distant from us, especially me? Is it because I ask for too much money, or because I didn't get good grades, or is it because I am just a disappointing child? Why don't you talk to me anymore? Why have you stopped asking me about my day? Why don't you show any emotion besides anger? Why don't you hug me anymore? I don't even remember the last time you hugged me.

Why have you stopped calling me by my nickname? Why don't you kiss my forehead, or my cheeks, or hug me the way other fathers usually do with their daughters? Dad, have you stopped loving me? Do you not love me anymore? Why don't you take me out anymore? Why do you ignore me when i try to talk to you? I have started to feel completely unlovable. I wish you could just love me and hold me. I promise I won't ask you for any money from now on, just please love me, dad. I love you so much.

Do you know how much it hurts to see other fathers loving their daughters so openly, hugging them, and holding their hands? It really hurts, dad. I swear I am not acting; it truly breaks my heart. Now, it even hurts to ask you for pocket money because I feel like you only give it to me out of duty, not out of love.

Why do you suddenly get angry and start shouting at us? I don't even remember the last time you had dinner with all of us together without being angry or in a bad mood. Please love me, dad. I am so tired of searching for your love in other men. I beg you to love me, hold me, kiss my forehead, and tell me that you are there for me anytime.

Do you know how much it hurt that time you put your hand on my little sister's head and told her, "I'm there for you always, even if the world is against you"? I was right there in the same room watching, but you didn't say it to me. Why, dad? Do you know how much it hurts seeing you hug my little siblings so lovingly, but not me? Do you know how much it hurts seeing you braid my little sister's hair, but never mine, even though I am standing right there?

I don't even have a recent photo of us together, except for a few from my childhood. Please don't hate me, dad. I have never done anything to make you hate me. Please love me. I love you so much, but it just hurts too much right now.

Hi dad,

I hope you are doing well. Even though we live in the same house, I don't know much about what is going on in your life because you never share anything with us. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, dad. I really do love you so much, but lately, it hurts.

It hurts seeing you so distant from us, and so detached from me. Why, dad? Why are you so distant from us, especially me? Is it because I ask for too much money, or because I didn't get good grades, or is it because I am just a disappointing child? Why don't you talk to me anymore? Why have you stopped asking me about my day? Why don't you show any emotion besides anger? Why don't you hug me anymore? I don't even remember the last time you hugged me.

Why have you stopped calling me "meri beti"? Why don't you kiss my forehead, or my cheeks, or hug me the way other fathers usually do with their daughters? Dad, have you stopped loving me? Do you not love me anymore? Why don't you take me out anymore? I have started to feel completely unlovable. I wish you could just love me and hold me. I promise I won't ask you for any money from now on, just please love me, dad.

I love you so much. Do you know how much it hurts to see other fathers loving their daughters so openly, hugging them, and holding their hands? It really hurts, dad. I swear I am not acting; it truly breaks my heart. Now, it even hurts to ask you for pocket money because I feel like you only give it to me out of duty, not out of love.

Why do you suddenly get angry and start shouting at us? I don't even remember the last time you had dinner with all of us together without being angry or in a bad mood. Please love me, dad. I am so tired of searching for your love in other men. I beg you to love me, hold me, kiss my forehead, and tell me that you are there for me anytime.

Do you know how much it hurt that time you put your hand on my little sister's head and told her, "I'm there for you always, even if the world is against you"? I was right there in the same room watching, but you didn't say it to me. Why, dad? Do you know how much it hurts seeing you hug my little siblings so lovingly, but not me? Do you know how much it hurts seeing you braid my little sister's hair, but never mine, even though I am standing right there?

I don't even have a recent photo of us together, except for a few from my childhood. Please don't hate me, dad. I have never done anything to make you hate me. Please love me. I love you so much, but it just hurts too much right now.

Hi dad,

I hope you are doing well. Even though we live in the same house, I don't know much about what is going on in your life because you never share anything with us. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, dad. I really do love you so much, but lately, it hurts.

It hurts seeing you so distant from us, and so detached from me. Why, dad? Why are you so distant from us, especially me? Is it because I ask for too much money, or because I didn't get good grades, or is it because I am just a disappointing child? Why don't you talk to me anymore? Why have you stopped asking me about my day? Why don't you show any emotion besides anger? Why don't you hug me anymore? I don't even remember the last time you hugged me.

Why have you stopped calling me "meri beti"? Why don't you kiss my forehead, or my cheeks, or hug me the way other fathers usually do with their daughters? Dad, have you stopped loving me? Do you not love me anymore? Why don't you take me out anymore? Why do you ignore me when i try to talk to you? I have started to feel completely unlovable. I wish you could just love me and hold me. I promise I won't ask you for any money from now on, just please love me, dad.

I love you so much. Do you know how much it hurts to see other fathers loving their daughters so openly, hugging them, and holding their hands? It really hurts, dad. I swear I am not acting; it truly breaks my heart. Now, it even hurts to ask you for pocket money because I feel like you only give it to me out of duty, not out of love.

Why do you suddenly get angry and start shouting at us? I don't even remember the last time you had dinner with all of us together without being angry or in a bad mood. Please love me, dad. I am so tired of searching for your love in other men. I beg you to love me, hold me, kiss my forehead, and tell me that you are there for me anytime.

Do you know how much it hurt that time you put your hand on my little sister's head and told her, "I'm there for you always, even if the world is against you"? I was right there in the same room watching, but you didn't say it to me. Why, dad? Do you know how much it hurts seeing you hug my little siblings so lovingly, but not me? Do you know how much it hurts seeing you braid my little sister's hair, but never mine, even though I am standing right there?

I don't even have a recent photo of us together, except for a few from my childhood. Please don't hate me, dad. I have never done anything to make you hate me. Please love me. I love you so much, but it just hurts too much right now.

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I’m writing this because I have nowhere else to vent. I come from a privileged background, but my family environment is so toxic. I love my parents, but I am so sick of their marriage and the way my dad treats my mother. Cheating seems normalized in my family. My dad has cheated on my mom and has a second wife, my uncle constantly cheated on his wife since the beginning of their marriage, and my aunt's husband cheated on her. My mother did have an affair once years ago, but she completely stopped and focused entirely on us kids. Seeing this normalized infidelity everywhere is just sick.

My dad only cares about earning money. He barely comes home nowadays for months at a time. I never got to experience his love and affection; he only provides financially and talks to us when we call him, often ignoring our calls. Whenever my mother asks him for money for her personal uses, he refuses, leading to constant fights and verbal abuse.

Meanwhile, my mother works all day cooking and cleaning despite being tired and sick. She gets no love or time from her husband and cries herself to sleep almost every day. She has severe dark circles, is unhealthily thin, and her mental health is in a terrible place. Whenever my dad does give her money, he fights with her over it first. I am so tired of the constant fights, verbal abuse, and cheating.

Sometimes I ignore both my parents because they constantly complain about each other to me, and I’m sick of hearing it. My mother cannot even get a divorce. She has no financial backup, comes from a poor background, and there's no such thing as divorce in our culture. Because of this, my own mental health is deteriorating, i have became suicidal and i tried taking my life thrice.

I'm falling behind in my studies during a crucial academic year. I don't have any good friends I can share this with, as I know they will just gossip about it. I have no love life, my skin is breaking out, I'm gaining weight, and I barely get 4 hours of sleep a night. College is draining me, and I have no peace at home. I find myself getting aggressive and physical with my siblings, and they react back. I use reddit and sext with older men as an escape. ( i feel loved at that moment of time) I don’t remember the last time my dad talked to me lovingly, hugged me, or showed any kind of affection. I’m tired of my parents and siblings, even though I love them so much I would take a bullet for them. I just don't have peace in my life anymore. I just want to leave everything behind and go somewhere else.

I’m writing this because I have nowhere else to vent. I come from a privileged background, but my family environment is so toxic. I love my parents, but I am so sick of their marriage and the way my dad treats my mother. Cheating seems normalized in my family. My dad has cheated on my mom and has a second wife, my uncle constantly cheated on his wife since the beginning of their marriage, and my aunt's husband cheated on her. My mother did have an affair once years ago, but she completely stopped and focused entirely on us kids. Seeing this normalized infidelity everywhere is just sick.

My dad only cares about earning money. He barely comes home nowadays for months at a time. I never got to experience his love and affection; he only provides financially and talks to us when we call him, often ignoring our calls. Whenever my mother asks him for money for her personal uses, he refuses, leading to constant fights and verbal abuse.

Meanwhile, my mother works all day cooking and cleaning despite being tired and sick. She gets no love or time from her husband and cries herself to sleep almost every day. She has severe dark circles, is unhealthily thin, and her mental health is in a terrible place. Whenever my dad does give her money, he fights with her over it first. I am so tired of the constant fights, verbal abuse, and cheating.

Sometimes I ignore both my parents because they constantly complain about each other to me, and I’m sick of hearing it. My mother cannot even get a divorce. She has no financial backup, comes from a poor background, and there's no such thing as divorce in our culture. Because of this, my own mental health is deteriorating, i have became suicidal and i tried taking my life thrice.

I'm falling behind in my studies during a crucial academic year. I don't have any good friends I can share this with, as I know they will just gossip about it. I have no love life, my skin is breaking out, I'm gaining weight, and I barely get 4 hours of sleep a night. College is draining me, and I have no peace at home. I find myself getting aggressive and physical with my siblings, and they react back. I use reddit and sext with older men as an escape. ( i feel loved at that moment of time) I don’t remember the last time my dad talked to me lovingly, hugged me, or showed any kind of affection. I’m tired of my parents and siblings, even though I love them so much I would take a bullet for them. I just don't have peace in my life anymore. I just want to leave everything behind and go somewhere else.

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Basically, my ex (M) and I (F) met in 8th grade. I liked him first and told my friends about it. One of them told him, and since then, our entire class, and almost our whole standard, started shipping us and saying that we looked good together etc etc. In 9th grade, he started taking it seriously. We were both awkward and shy, so we never really talked face to face, but we used to chat on Instagram on and off. Most of the time, I was the one who blocked and unblocked him. I’ll admit I was a bit toxic—he was always there for me when I needed him, but I wasn't always available for him.

We helped each other in studies, shared notes, and I also helped him during our board exams. He was in the same tuition as me too. One of our mutual friends told me that he had told his mother and older brother about me and how much he liked me.

After our board exams and school ended, I stopped talking to him again. During our 10th-grade holidays, our mutual friends kept telling me that he really loved me and even wanted to marry me in the future. I felt bad for him and also felt loved, so I agreed to be in a relationship with him. He was genuinely a good guy and never talked dirty to me.

We were officially together for only 4-5 days. (Tho our official relationship was this short but we were attached with eachother for 3 years) We never kissed, hugged, or even held hands. On the fourth day, I ended everything because I was scared of my parents finding out and because I felt guilty that he LOVED me while I only LIKED him. I even liked another guy at that time, so I told him the truth and ended things. He said, "everything that has happened so far has been on your terms, never mine so, if you want to end it all, then fine this time, too, things will happen exactly the way you want." And that was the end of our relationship.

Now we are in 12th grade, and I miss him a lot. I see him every day in college and keep rethinking my decision. I've had many talking stages since then, but nothing has worked out. Since we broke up, I found out my first cousin has started talking to him. She claims they are "just best friends," but they meet up in college, sit next to each other on the bus, and give each other gifts. Tomorrow, they are going out for a movie. Just the thought of this makes me sick to my stomach. It hurts so much because I never even got to go out with him like this, and I'm terrified they might kiss—something we never did during our relationship. I don't know what to do. Part of me wonders if I should try to get him back, but I don't know if he would even take me back, or if I'm just acting out of jealousy and shock.

Seeing my ex with my own blood cousin feels like a betrayal, even though I'm the one who ended things. Should I talk to him, talk to my cousin, or try to move on? How do I cope with seeing them together every day? Please help if you can.

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Basically, my ex (M) and I (F) met in 8th grade. I liked him first and told my friends about it. One of them told him, and since then, our entire class, and almost our whole standard, started shipping us and saying that we looked good together etc etc. In 9th grade, he started taking it seriously. We were both awkward and shy, so we never really talked face to face, but we used to chat on Instagram on and off. Most of the time, I was the one who blocked and unblocked him. I’ll admit I was a bit toxic—he was always there for me when I needed him, but I wasn't always available for him.

We helped each other in studies, shared notes, and I also helped him during our board exams. He was in the same tuition as me too. One of our mutual friends told me that he had told his mother and older brother about me and how much he liked me.

After our board exams and school ended, I stopped talking to him again. During our 10th-grade holidays, our mutual friends kept telling me that he really loved me and even wanted to marry me in the future. I felt bad for him and also felt loved, so I agreed to be in a relationship with him. He was genuinely a good guy and never talked dirty to me.

We were officially together for only 4-5 days. (Tho our official relationship was this short but we were attached with eachother for 3 years) We never kissed, hugged, or even held hands. On the fourth day, I ended everything because I was scared of my parents finding out and because I felt guilty that he LOVED me while I only LIKED him. I even liked another guy at that time, so I told him the truth and ended things. He said, "everything that has happened so far has been on your terms, never mine so, if you want to end it all, then fine this time, too, things will happen exactly the way you want." And that was the end of our relationship.

Now we are in 12th grade, and I miss him a lot. I see him every day in college and keep rethinking my decision. I've had many talking stages since then, but nothing has worked out. Since we broke up, I found out my first cousin has started talking to him. She claims they are "just best friends," but they meet up in college, sit next to each other on the bus, and give each other gifts. Tomorrow, they are going out for a movie. Just the thought of this makes me sick to my stomach. It hurts so much because I never even got to go out with him like this, and I'm terrified they might kiss—something we never did during our relationship. I don't know what to do. Part of me wonders if I should try to get him back, but I don't know if he would even take me back, or if I'm just acting out of jealousy and shock.

Seeing my ex with my own blood cousin feels like a betrayal, even though I'm the one who ended things. Should I talk to him, talk to my cousin, or try to move on? How do I cope with seeing them together every day? Please help if you can.

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I was born into a financially privileged family. All the men in my family are businessmen, and by God's grace, we never struggled financially while growing up. But I've learned that money isn't everything a person needs. People also need love, affection, hugs, reassurance, and emotional connection.

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I'm the eldest daughter, and it's hard for me to admit this, but I have never truly felt loved by my father. I don't think he hates me. In fact, I've never done anything that would make him hate me. I was always an obedient child, did well in school, got good grades, never got complaints from teachers, and never caused trouble. Yet, I don't feel loved by him.

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I don't even have pictures with my dad except a few from early childhood. You'd probably find only three or four photos of him holding me. He's never hugged me, never held my hand, never patted my back and said, "I'm here for you." The only thing he has never hesitated to give me is money. If I ask for pocket money, he gives it without question. But I don't want his money as much as I want him to be my dad.

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I want him to hug me, tell me he's proud of me, make me feel seen and loved.

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What hurts even more is that my younger sister gets all of that. She's three years younger than me, and my father openly loves her. He hugs her, comforts her, tells her that even if the whole world turns against her, he'll always stand by her side. I've heard him say those words to her while I was in the same room. I've watched him give her the affection I've wanted my entire life.

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I don't hate my sister at all. But I can't help wondering: Why not me? Why was I the obedient, responsible child who still didn't feel loved by her own father?

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When I was 11, my father even slapped me over something that wasn't my fault. He has never slapped my sister. Even asking him for money now makes me feel sad and guilty. Sometimes I don't ask for things I genuinely need because something inside me feels uncomfortable taking money from him.

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I think this is where my daddy issues come from. I spent my whole life wanting my father to love me openly, and because I didn't get that, I find myself seeking the kind of love, protection, and emotional safety I never received from him. I've never been in a relationship, but I'm attracted to men who are much older than me, not just a few years older, but 10–20 years older. I think I'm drawn to maturity, reassurance, and the feeling of being loved and seen.

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I don't know if this is a wound, daddy issues, or something else entirely. I just know that I spent my whole life wanting my father, not his money.

I don't know what's the curse of being the eldest daughter, but sometimes it feels like being the strong, obedient child made me invisible.

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I miss my ex, it's been one year since i broke up with him. His last words before i ended everything was "Up until now, everything that has happened has happened according to you, never according to me. So if this is what you want, fine. I've accepted your decision once again".

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It's strange that I miss him somehow (idk why) and i also think what would be different if i didn't break up with him. I genuinely say I'm not a good woman for him, he's a one woman man (I hope you know what I mean) but I'm not. I have tons of fantasies and kinks which involves being with multiple older men and women and having sex with them and other things (i won't give details sorry). I'm also very toxic. And did i mention that I use to block him and unblock him according to my mood, i would only talk to him if i wanted, and would never be there if he needed me, never. So it's really complicated. We never had sex or kissed eachother btw.

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What do you think? should I go back to him?

Basically, my ex and I met in 8th grade. I liked him first and told my friends about it. One of them told him, and since then, our entire class, and almost our whole standard, started shipping us and saying that we looked good together.

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In 9th grade, he started taking it seriously. We were both awkward and shy, so we never really talked face to face, but we used to chat on Instagram on and off. Most of the time, I was the one who blocked and unblocked him. We helped each other in studies, shared notes, and I also helped him during our board exams. He was in the same tuition as me too. One of our mutual friends told me that he had told his mother and older brother about me and how much he liked me. The difference was that I liked him, but he loved me.

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After our board exams and school ended, I stopped talking to him again. During our 10th-grade holidays, our mutual friends kept telling me that he really loved me and even wanted to marry me in the future. I felt bad for him and also felt loved, so I agreed to be in a relationship with him.

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We were officially together for only three days. We never kissed, hugged, or even held hands. On the fourth day, I ended everything because I was scared of my parents finding out and because I felt guilty that he loved me while I only liked him. I even liked another guy at that time, so I told him the truth and ended things. He said, "Till now, everything has happened according to you, never according to me. So if this is what you want, fine." And that was the end of our relationship.

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A few days later, I found out from our mutual friends that he had cried a lot and had become sick because of the breakup. The irony is that in 11th grade, we coincidentally got admission to the same junior college, the same class, and even the same practical batch. We never talked. Since then, he has become close friends with my cousin sister, but there has never been anything romantic between them. He was genuinely a good guy and never talked dirty to me.

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Now we are in 12th grade, and I miss him a lot. I see him every day in college and keep rethinking my decision. I've had many talking stages since then, but nothing has worked out. I want to go back to him and give this another try, but I'm scared and don't know what to do.

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Also, he has blocked me everywhere, instagram, Snapchat, and all other social media because during the breakup, I was the one who told him to block me so that neither of us could contact each other. Now, if I want to reach out to him, the only way is through WhatsApp by getting his number from our college group.

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What do I do? Give me some advices please.

Basically, my ex and I met in 8th grade. I liked him first and told my friends about it. One of them told him, and since then, our entire class, and almost our whole standard, started shipping us and saying that we looked good together.

​

In 9th grade, he started taking it seriously. We were both awkward and shy, so we never really talked face to face, but we used to chat on Instagram on and off. Most of the time, I was the one who blocked and unblocked him. We helped each other in studies, shared notes, and I also helped him during our board exams. He was in the same tuition as me too. One of our mutual friends told me that he had told his mother and older brother about me and how much he liked me. The difference was that I liked him, but he loved me.

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After our board exams and school ended, I stopped talking to him again. During our 10th-grade holidays, our mutual friends kept telling me that he really loved me and even wanted to marry me in the future. I felt bad for him and also felt loved, so I agreed to be in a relationship with him.

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We were officially together for only three days. We never kissed, hugged, or even held hands. On the fourth day, I ended everything because I was scared of my parents finding out and because I felt guilty that he loved me while I only liked him. I even liked another guy at that time, so I told him the truth and ended things. He said, "Till now, everything has happened according to you, never according to me. So if this is what you want, fine." And that was the end of our relationship.

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A few days later, I found out from our mutual friends that he had cried a lot and had become sick because of the breakup. The irony is that in 11th grade, we coincidentally got admission to the same junior college, the same class, and even the same practical batch. We never talked. Since then, he has become close friends with my cousin sister, but there has never been anything romantic between them. He was genuinely a good guy and never talked dirty to me.

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Now we are in 12th grade, and I miss him a lot. I see him every day in college and keep rethinking my decision. I've had many talking stages since then, but nothing has worked out. I want to go back to him and give this another try, but I'm scared and don't know what to do.

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Also, he has blocked me everywhere, instagram, Snapchat, and all other social media because during the breakup, I was the one who told him to block me so that neither of us could contact each other. Now, if I want to reach out to him, the only way is through WhatsApp by getting his number from our college group.

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What do I do? Give me some advices please.

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My dad is a businessman, and I was born into a privileged family. In fact, all the men in my family are businessmen. They earn well and provide for us. Their business involves cranes, JCBs, Proclains, and other heavy construction vehicles used for digging roads, building roads, and various construction projects. My father is a second-generation businessman in this field.

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Today, at a construction site, my dad's driver had to dig a hole in the ground( i don't know much about what work were they doing) I think my father had run out of drivers to operate the vehicle, so he decided to drive it himself. My dad is in his early 40s. While working, he fell into the ditch. The hole was filled with dirty muddy water, sand, and mud. The entire vehicle turned upside down, and my dad was trapped upside down in the hole as well.

There were many people at the construction site, including my dad's assistants and workers, and even some of our neighbours rushed to help him. Thankfully, he only got minor injuries.

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Later when all the family members in afternoon gathered, and my mother told the family about the accident, my father's sister, my father's older brother and my grandmother said something that I found really absurd and hurtful. Thank God my dad wasn't there at that moment, only my mother and I heard it. They said, "Thankfully, the vehicle is safe. Otherwise, it would have cost a fortune to repair it." and my father's older brother said in a very rude tone that "If he doesn't know how to drive, why did he need to?"

They didn't even ask whether my father had major or minor injuries.They were only relieved that the vehicle was safe and that they wouldn't have to spend money on repairs.

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What I understood from that moment was that they seemed to care more about the money and the vehicle than the person who could have lost his life today. They could have said, "Thank God my son is safe," or "Thank God my brother is safe and didn't suffer serious injuries" or anything better.

Instead, their first concern was the vehicle.

Maybe I misunderstood them, maybe I didn't. But at that moment, it genuinely felt like money mattered more to them than my father's life.

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I (17F) have been struggling with porn and masturbation addiction for past 2 years now. Lost myself completely in this. Lost my study skills, started failing in my exams ( I've never failed in any exams until now) compared myself with other people, glowed down completely, isolated myself, lost my confidence, stopped praying, did 3 suicide attempts.

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But 3 weeks ago i somehow stopped because i knew if i didn't stopped now i would destroy myself. I don't know how I did that. Felt many urges to watch porn and masturbate but i controlled myself. I started praying a little and started exercising. But today, I did it again at night. After 3 weeks I watched porn and masturbated again.

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Feel so disappointed with myself right now. I genuinely want to stop this, i can't loose myself again and again. I've alot of things to do in life. Please give me some advices, it would mean alot to me.