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I used to love a guy. we were university friends. but he was seeing another girl. she was 5 years older than him but he had promised her that they would get married. I used to hate her so much because I was jealous of her. I really wanted him to leave her because I thought he was too good for her (and because i wanted him for me). They stayed together for 1 1/2 years.
I never told him I liked him, i just acted as a close friend, but i never said any single bad thing about the girl.

Lately, he broke up with her, and he started seeing another girl, younger than him this time. and they are planning to get engaged soon, their parents met and all that stuff. Now i hate him, especially after i saw how his ex went into depression after he left her. I cant even act as his friend, i cant talk to him as i used to. I dont trust him anymore. This is making me feel so bad. I liked him and trusted him and i even accepted to be only his friend. but i cant do that anymore. I was so disappointed with what he did with his ex, and i think he’s not trustworthy.
I am afraid to have this happen to me again: trust a person that i shouldnt trust, fall in love with someone who doesnt deserve…

New Confession

So, one time I told my mom that I wanna buy a lollipop, I was 17 that time. My step brother then asked if he could come my mom and I agreed. Me and my step brother let’s just call him Daniel. Daniel the both of went out to buy. We bought a few things lollies and he said he wanted a beer, so I bought one for him. But on the way home walking he asked saying “I have a lollipop why would you buy one?” I looked confused. But I just said I like the strawberry flavored more. he then asked if we could go somewhere for awhile, I agreed cuz’ why not, The house is boring anyway. We went to this secluded area it’s dim but not to dark. No person is walking at that time because it’s night a bit late. We sat down on the bench right beside each other. around probably 5 minutes passed, he took my hand and hovered at top of his “DIH’ it was hard, very hard. my hand is not inside yet. He spoke “you make me this hard everyday.” mind you he was 22 at that time. I sat down still, I didn’t move one bit and just let him do what he wants to. then, he puts my hand inside and helped me stroke his “Dih” I stroked it, he started moaning softly minutes passed like that, he spoke after “Can you s*** for me?” I nodded, because what can I do? I sucked his dih and he exploded on my mouth. I thought it was done and he told me to swallow so I did. after that we didn’t tell mom nor dad it’s our little secret. that was 6 months ago, and now we both sometimes do it when we are alone.

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