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I got with my ex when I was 21 and he was 32, it was unhealthy but I had problems going on at the time, he had two children who at the time were 2 and 5months (Amy and Nina) , biological mother wasn’t involved with the children and I was never told why.

I raised the children as my own for ages, I did everything for them until they were 12 and almost 11, before I separated from my ex, I initially considered trying to remain in their lives but it was difficult and I wanted nothing to do with him.

It’s been 14 years since, I have a family (my youngest is 5) now and my stepchildren have children, I have to be honest I loved my ex’s children but I don’t regret what I had to do.

I guess my ex never told his children that I wasn’t the woman who gave birth to them because not too long ago Amy reached out to me to tell me that I owed them and she resented me for leaving me with their batshit dad and that they wanted to meet up.

I met up and explained to Amy and Nina that I was only the s

My roommate and I (both 20f) don’t know each other that well. We have mutual friends who both knew we needed roommates at the beginning of the year, so set us up. We’re not in the apartment at the same time very often, so I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but we don’t dislike each other.

At the beginning of last week, my roommate told me she was going to go back to her hometown (about 2 hours away) because her dad was sick and she wanted to be with her family. I said okay, see you when you’re back, the usual. That night, I invited my boyfriend over and we ended up getting a bit drunk, which resulted in him puking red wine all over my bed. It was like 3am at this point, and I was tipsy, so I dragged him over to my roommates bed and we both fell asleep.

The next morning my boyfriend went home, but I was hungover and didn’t want to wash my sheets yet, so I just stayed in my roommates bed. I ended up sleeping and staying in my roommates bed for the rest of the week.

She came back to the

UPDATE: I wasn't allowed to post an update post. So long story short, I have my tooth back (BF threw it in my mailbox in an envelope, without a card or anything, so idk if I'm supposed to take that as an apology or if he's pissed). Tooth seems unharmed. Haven't talked to BF ever since this happened and don't know what will happen with us. But, I have the tooth back, and am actually now planning to get a tattoo of it so if it ever DOES get lost I will still have it with me. Thanks for everyone assuring me I was not TA.

I've had this shark tooth ever since I was maybe 11, I found it on a beach on vacation. At the time it was just cool, because what are the chances to just walk on a random beach and find a shark tooth? In time it became an important emotional keepsake for me that reminded me of all the 'good' parts of my childhood. Honestly most of it wasn't very good, so, extra important. I just really like this stupid tooth and whenever I was upset I would just rub it in my hands and f

About 7 years ago, my wife's best friend and her husband split and it looked like they were headed for divorce. Around the same time my wife (then girlfriend) and I split. I think it is worth pointing out that my wife was the one who called it quits. When we split, we were officially broken up. This was not just a break.

I did not see any chance for us and figured our relationship was done, so when my wife's best friend showed interest, I decided to sleep with her. We were never serious. It was purely physical. This went on for a few months, and then she broke things off with me because she and her husband had decided to give things another shot. It was not long after they reconciled that she announced they were expecting.

She never reached out to me to confirm either way if it could be mine, so I assumed it was her husbands. I didn't know she had been sleeping with him while we were together, but I suspected that there was some other guy she was also sleeping with based on some of h

When we were in our late teens, one day during the summer we went swimming at a local lake on our lunch break. It was hot, and we had been doing construction, so I was tired. I tried to swim out to a platform a couple hundred yards off shore, but I was too tired to make it. 2/3 of the way through I was struggling and starting to drown. My friend jumped back in the water and pulled me to safety and then got me back to shore. Without a doubt, if he had not been there I would have died. I told him then that I owe him my life and have repeated this to him for years.

This is relevant because the same friend recently asked me to be a sperm donor for him and his wife since they cannot use his sperm to conceive. I told him I would have to think it over and discuss it with my wife

I have always felt like I owed him a favor because of him saving my life. I feel like I should be their donor for this reason. The problem is my wife wants me to decline. She said that she knows it is selfish but