Bimql chhetry.

I’m 21F and my boyfriend is 23M. We’ve been together for almost two years, and until recently, I genuinely thought he was the person I was going to marry. We live together in a small apartment and, for the most part, we had a really good relationship. About three months ago, he started acting differently. He became weirdly protective of his phone. If I walked into the room while he was texting, he’d immediately lock it. He also started sleeping with his phone underneath his pillow. I asked him about it once and he laughed and said I was being paranoid. I trusted him, so I dropped it. Then one night, I woke up around 3am because I couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t beside me. I walked into the living room and saw him sitting on the sofa with his phone. He looked up and immediately locked it. I asked what he was doing. He said he couldn’t sleep. I didn’t think much of it. But the next morning, I noticed something strange. He had changed his phone password. That was when I starte...

I thought I’d found the one. We clicked so naturally. We both shared an interest in photography, though his pictures were noticeably better than mine. Loved the same movies, both enjoyed walks in the park, and our political views were borderline identical. We met about a month ago. It was at this bar I love, and, I’ll admit, I was a little tipsy. Cute boy, a few drinks in my system. It was a recipe for regret. Only… I didn’t regret it. Our conversations flowed so smoothly. His half-drunk compliments made me blush. Plus, drinks were on him. Unlike a lot of the guys you’d meet in a bar, he didn’t try and force himself back to my apartment. I live just a few blocks away from the bar, so he walked me home, laughing and wobbling more than he wanted to let on. When we got there, I braced myself. He was great, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that would just let a complete stranger into my home after a night out at the bar. I found myself praying he wouldn’t ask. By some miracle, he didn’t. Ins...

I found out about this story about a week ago so forgive me if I get anything wrong. So my (19f) bf (21m) had been really into football and was a youth academy player from when he was 13 to 17 and was constantly told by coaches and staff and even other players that he was going to be a great player one day. That was until one day he had an awful injury and snapped his right leg in two places during training. He went to the hospital and spent days there waiting for it to be okay for him to leave until he did. So obviously during the time it was broken he didn't play football at all and after it was time for them to take off the casg and thing he asked the doctor if he could ever play football again and the assistant doctor said he'd have to check with the lead doctor he had. So he left the room and when he came back the doctor said "Yeah you can't play football" Of course, my bf was destroyed since he had always loved football but he understood and didn't want...

I need to preface this by saying my husband, we’ll call him Mark, has always been the “responsible one” in our marriage. He handles our budget, pays the bills, tracks every expense in a spreadsheet. I trusted that completely, which honestly is probably how this went unnoticed for so long. Mark was married before me, briefly, in his twenties, to a woman named Diane. They split amicably, no kids, no house together as far as I ever knew. He’s mentioned her maybe five times total in the eight years we’ve been together. I never had a reason to think about her at all. Last month our bank flagged some unusual activity while I was reviewing our joint statements for taxes. A recurring monthly transfer, same amount, same date, every single month, going out to an account I didn’t recognize. I asked Mark about it, expecting some boring explanation, a subscription, a forgotten bill, something normal. He got quiet. Then he told me it was Diane’s mortgage payment. I asked him to explain, because...

My son turned 14 recently. He used to be such a happy kid. He loved playing outside, playing video games, hanging out with his friends. Just a completely normal pre-teen. I think he was around 12 or 13 when things started to change. He spent more time inside. Maybe he was playing video games, but I wouldn’t know because he’d always be locked away inside his room. He started dressing in all black. I asked him why he didn’t like his old superhero shirts anymore, and it broke my heart when his response was, “Superheroes are stupid,” before shutting his door in my face. I talked to my wife about it, but I think she was in denial. “Boys will be boys,” she said. “Everyone has to grow up at some point.” It hurt to hear. Mainly because… part of me knew. I saw the warning signs. How he seemed to be attracted to darkness. How the light in his room never seemed to be on. It was always dirty in there. Empty energy drink cans. Snack wrappers everywhere. I tried to look past it. I tried to believe ...

February 20th I was at a dive bar looking for yet again, the love of my life. At a dang bar! Anyways, I thought this guy was cute, so I gave him a chance to talk. We talked for about 20 mins before I headed to the restroom. This guy turned out to be a dick, and stopped talking to me the rest of the night. However, there was this one guy that messaged me on Reddit the day before, but he didn’t answer promptly. I thought he might’ve ghosted me. I messaged him at the bar, and then we started talking on Reddit. Since then, we’ve been dating since April. We both have the same birthday :)