About a year after my divorce, I started having sexual relations with my sister's then fifteen-year-old son. After our first couple of times, I tried

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About a year after my divorce, I started having s***** relations with my sister’s then fifteen-year-old son. After our first couple of times, I tried breaking off with him, but have been unable to do so.
We have been intimate for close to two years now, and even though I know our relationship would be unacceptable to most people, I just cannot see myself carrying on without him. I have two teenaged daughters from my previous marriage who are both still living with me. It would absolutely kill the two of them if they were ever to find out that I am involved with a cousin of theirs who isn’t that much older than them.
It hurts me to be lying to both my daughters and sister like this, but I wish I could be with my nephew forever.

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I love living in Canada where I am free to commit crimes! Crime does pay here! Virtually nobody expected me to get jail time for that assault but I told the court I identified as a woman and was sentenced to 14 days in a woman’s prison. What a glorious fortnight! 🌈

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Last year I befriended a guy I met in a hospital. This was new for me but I needed help and barely felt alive. He was from the same city as I and I found him refreshing. He was weird but the boring ones are the scary ones.

After we were both were out of the hospital, within a week I got a letter in the mail. It was from him. We are both from the same city and he saw me near my house. I texted him my phone number. I figured he was safe being he was a good guy and I liked him,

He is even more unstable than I am and I am no saint but I have had past issues abusing and selling drugs and he has various disorders as well. I triggered him by trying to manipulate him and thought he would go away.

I am not proud of this and I know very well he isn’t proud of his part either, We just simply did not mesh which was both his words and I. The thing is we have a lot in common but he’s more open about his problems and I’m embarrassed of mine. That didn’t seem to matter to him and it horrified me that he wasn’t as judgmental as others. I am used to bad people into something when I was the whole time with him. He knew it but let it go. Why!???

In the end, I used and insulted him often and he knew it but helped me over and over and tried to be my friend while I pretended to attempt to be his. Many see him as crazy now being he fell apart in other ways with other people in this horrible city but we are the crazy ones for taking advantage of good people. Ashamed and disgusted with myself yet also afraid I’ll one day be as open as he was with me. What is wrong with me??