I have feelings for my assaulter’s brother. I was drunk at a party (which he was aware of) and he was sober. He engaged in sexual acts with me when I had

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I have feelings for my assaulter’s brother. I was drunk at a party (which he was aware of) and he was sober. He engaged in s***** acts with me when I had told him that I did not want to do s***** things with someone I was not in a relationship with prior to him making a move. I had no s***** experience before him. I still blame myself because I couldn’t bring myself to say no when I wanted to.
Later in the year I coincidently met his older brother through some mutual friends. He happened to be interested in me but I knew that it was morally wrong to have any kind of relationship with him; other than to be friends (due to my previous encounter with his younger brother that he has no idea about). However as I began to see/hangout with him more often as a group, I found myself to have developed some sort of feelings but nothing serious. Out of respect for myself and him I have absolutely no intention of acting on my feelings. However I can’t help but feel guilty for feeling this way about him after having been involved with his younger brother.

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We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day

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Hello I am the man who has a compulsion to put objects in my b*** to simulate g******. I have often in the past sworn it off more times than I can count. I’ve confessed it to my priest over and over. The truth is I just like the feeling but the more I accept myself the less of an allure it has. So I slipped and did it again today. I use a smooth painted garden rake handle that I prop up and then back myself into it. I try and resist but I’ve come to accept that only Jesus can save me. It was not very satisfying even though I tried it to be and fucked myself good. I just did it a while and got a little prostate fluid out then I quit. It’s not that great anymore. So that’s my confession. Today is July 1 and it’s the last time. BTW I need to find a better outlet for stress and s***** frustration.