I got into a fight with a friend recently. Both of us were in the wrong, but I do think that many of the comments lobbed at me were overly harsh and

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I got into a fight with a friend recently. Both of us were in the wrong, but I do think that many of the comments lobbed at me were overly harsh and inaccurate. Not going into detail, but she pretty much told me that I’ve been giving her nothing but evils for a while now. I’m not the easiest person to deal with, but I’ve helped her out in a lot of ways and been there when others weren’t. She told me that I should take time to myself, which was basically a way to starve me of her attention and company for a while. Probably in the hopes that I’d come back and apologize for the fight and take all the blame for it.

But… while I do miss her, I’ve found that my life feels a lot lighter without her in it. I didn’t realize how much I wasn’t telling her about myself because I was afraid of her getting angry at me. I didn’t realize that I was picking and choosing my words out of fear of her getting hurt and sulking.

I guess what makes me feel guilty is how easily I find myself able to move on without her. I do miss her, but I don’t miss her as much as I thought I would. Every once in a while she’ll make an effort to talk to me, but part of me is afraid to talk to her because I know she’ll just b**** at me and try to say I’m at fault. The last time we spoke the intent in her words was pretty clear and I gave an excuse why I couldn’t come over, like I was sick or something. I know I’ll have to talk to her at least once in person to give some sort of closure, but I know it’ll definitely be the end of our friendship officially. I just feel bad that I don’t feel like I’m losing all that much in the long run.

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I’m male, work a high power job, good salary. After work I dress as a female to relax.
Recently I discovered, having my testicle out side my pan+ties, under my dress, keeps me cooler. Just wanted to put this out there.

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My mother asked Jim questions, like interviewing him for me. He passed, professional, manager, good job, but how did she know if he could father children. I got married anyways , fingers crossed.

Five years without children. Five years of keeping myself away from him. Five years of this and that girl. He turned 33, I either got pregnant or he would leave me.

Coercion. Blackmail. Forced to comply. It was as awful as I imagined. You only give up your virgin status once. It was awful. What can I say. He repeated it to make sure I got pregnant.

You see, my college roommate was my lover. When I lost her everything ended for me. I married him to please my mother. It’s awful, what can I say. I’m cheating on her memory. This child in me, if I have a girl I will name her after Cristina.