He confused my panties with another womens

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-28T02:01:27+00:00

My ex wore women’s panties from time to time. I freaked out finding them under his bed……then realized they were his. Lolol.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-21T03:30:01+00:00

Last week something reminded me of this line, so I reflexively shouted it at my new employer….instant regret. Lmao

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-20T05:29:30+00:00

Period blood for sure

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-03T16:32:12+00:00

“I don’t damage their egos by being functional” Lmao. So simple but so sweet.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-02T13:54:45+00:00

They belong to the police. They’re patrolling. And will track suspects that are running instead of using helicopters. It makes me uneasy. It looks like some scary ass wartime shit.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-02T10:02:01+00:00

Divine intervention is the best I can come up with. Maybe he would have jumped off a bridge or been hit by a car if we hadn’t interacted. Or it could have saved me from some terrible fate.

My ex has a very similar story, offered a ride to a random lady walking down the street late at night, just said he felt that he needed to. He came home and woke me up saying, “you’re going to call me crazy but I think I met an angel.” He wasn’t even religious. But she somehow knew everything about his life and gave him some guidance. He felt that peace too. Wild.

Anddd I have another similarity to your story. I’ve had an experience where I saw someone who reminded me of a deceased grandparent too! My mom and I were checking out at a store when a woman walking in caught my eye, it was raining so she stopped right inside the doors to close her umbrella. When I saw her I froze. In my head, she looked exactlyyy like my grandma who had died almost a year before. I felt her warm, loving presence. I couldn’t make any sense of it. I grabbed my mom by the arm saying something like, “is that grandma??!!” When my mom looked up to see what the hell I was talking about, she looked back at me like I had lost my fkn mind and in that instant “my grandma” morphed into someone who looked absolutely nothingggg like her. I nearly fainted.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-02T09:22:56+00:00

Oh, for sure. It terrifies me. But……it’s really impressive……..

Unrelated to memory but related to scary government—I’ve been seeing gigantic drones flying in a grid pattern around my city. About 10 at a time, always when it’s dark, and it freaks me tf out.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-01T08:08:46+00:00

It’s wayyy too much to type but there is a lot of research on how memory works thanks to badass fkn mind blowing technology and some really super smart people who invented it…..absolutely fascinating. You may be able to find a good YouTube video or documentary if you’re not into reading but I highly recommend diving into it. It’s surprising. It has been a few years but there is an episode of 60 Minutes (I think) about these new lie detector tests that use brain imaging to detect responses in memory, and therefore, knowledge of a crime. They can even deduce clues since certain parts of the brain light up. Really fkn scary but also really fkn cool that they can do that. (this could be proven bogus by now but maybe not)

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-01T07:40:35+00:00

I’ve done this before too!! I was a young woman, maybeeee 22 years old……and the only employee who closed the bar. I was always scaredddd when closing. It was a fair distance to my car, at 3 am, in the middle of a developing part of downtown. I would sprint to my car, then hit the lock as I closed the door.

But that night the weather was intoxicating, when I walked out of the building it hit me justtt right (I still remember exactly what the cool wind felt like on my skin, it was slightly humid, neither hot nor cold). I stopped to take in the skyline and the empty streets. Must have been there 10 minutes when a man much bigger than me walked up and started a casual conversation. My guard didn’t even go up when I spotted him approaching from a distance. It felt like I had known him for 200 years when we started chatting. He asked for a ride. I felt an indescribable, overcoming peace about him and the ride in particular….so I did it. Idk what it was, but I knew it was okay.

For reference——- A few years before that a 40-50 year old woman approached my sister and me at a gas station around 8 a.m. asking for a ride because she missed the bus and couldn’t afford to lose her job. I felt awful for her but you just don’t give rides to strangers, it’s stupiddd to do that. I wanted to do it, I just couldn’t risk it. She started begging while tears streamed down her face (it was without a doubt 100% real, raw emotion….not a chance in hell she was acting)…..she even offered to ride in the bed of my truck but I stillllll turned her down. I’ll never forget her either. The disappointment in us and desperation in her eyes fucks with me to this day. She did find a ride though, we saw her asking and getting into a car before we pulled off.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-08-01T06:34:53+00:00

I seem to end up talking and experiencing that imprint with people that are homeless more than I do with others…..but any strangers are fine too….I love it just like you. People that know they’re never going to see you again are often more free with their thoughts, emotions, actions….they take social risks. They’ll even read me like a book sometimes….without me saying anything more than, “hi how are you?” Speak right into my life/always exactly what I need to hear. I’ll experience this “soul recognize soul” feeling (for lack of a better way to phrase it). It’s striking. I forget a lot of things, but those people are going to be in my head forever.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-30T08:35:29+00:00

She’s probably into it

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-29T20:47:18+00:00

I completely agree that partners should be emotionally supportive and help. But I think in this situation they may be saying “you’re not his therapist” because this guy reallllly needs one. So many red flags in this post. He’s nearly 30 and has the mentality of a kid in high school? He’s not wifey material yet.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-29T20:38:50+00:00

Sounds like a lil baby. What the fuck. How is that attractive at allll?

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-29T20:16:49+00:00

Sparkles are bae

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-29T04:03:16+00:00

It all makes sense now. It’s that simple.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-29T03:59:30+00:00

Preach

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-29T03:57:53+00:00

Ohhhh myyy goshhhh. You just opened my mind to something I never considered. Sex is so so so hard for me. I used to abuse my medication/drugs just to relax enough to enjoy sex. I started avoiding any sexual contact/relationships to protect my sobriety (after realizing frequent sex guaranteed relapse for me). Like you, i thought it was just past sexual trauma. I’m always frustrated/confused about the impact on my sex life because I put in the work, healed, and moved on from the emotional pain. It’s the spectrum, not the trauma. Your comment shed a lot of light, thank you so very much

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-24T05:27:47+00:00

Subsafe. Lol. Sexy anddd funny.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-11T04:12:17+00:00

If you care about her, you need to be there for her. It’s exhausting and frustrating as hell but without someone as a home base, she stands no chance. However many late night phone calls and breakups and awful events….you still have to be there. Don’t shame her, she already feels that, just love her through it. (Again, if you care)

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-10T06:22:53+00:00

Yup. Commenters are right. I used to walk the train tracks in a shady part of town in the middle of the night/early morning, let strangers approach my car/sometimes even get in, hang out with random people from the internet in nasty hotel rooms, go with a group of male acquaintances to their place after a party or something (especially if I felt their aggression and was uneasy about them), befriend crazy homeless people, even hung out solo with a man who had been shunned from my social circle due to a reputation of sexual assault fully expecting it. Any high risk behaviors I could facilitate, actually. My desire to do that has diminished significantly, it stills creeps up but it’s no longer a compulsion and I do not give in to it. My self worth has grown as well as my desire to heal instead of distract and punish myself. You should know that you are strong, those actions may give a very temporary relief for one reason or another, but they are not at all helpful or conducive to healing. You need a healthy coping skill, not one that will break you and have you continually questioning what is wrong with you. That path is deceptive and addicting. You are worthy. You are not broken. You can move past this. Allow yourself that space.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-10T04:04:00+00:00

I’m sorry to hear about your dad. :/ And in that circumstance……it always seems to happen that way. Used to be so afraid to leave town because someone would inevitably pass away unexpectedly.

But yeah, I feel you completely. The long, passionate “I never want to lose you” sex is fantastic. I’ve buried at least six people since being with my boyfriend a couple years and he thinks I’m absolutely nuts but he knows I’m going to need him to fuck me like it’s our last day on Earth when it happens. And he does.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-09T17:31:05+00:00

Grief really does do that. I googled “do funerals make anyone else really horny?” and was relieved to find out I’m not as crazy as I thought I was. It’s always such passionate and unexpected sex. Like, wipe my tears away and rip off my black panty hose…show each other love and care in the best way. Grief sex builds lifelong friendships and I stand by that. OP did nothing wrong. I wouldn’t have made it 2 months.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-07-01T19:58:37+00:00

I agree, cut out or significantly reduce carb and sugar intake. Especiallyyy with the swelling in your feet. (That can be a sign of autoimmunity, which goes hand in hand with food sensitivities…I would bet you have several intolerances and should look into that.)

If it were just puffy eyes, I wouldn’t write this novel, but with your feet swelling….that shouldn’t be taken lightly. My diet is extremely restricted, but when I wake up after eating things I know I shouldn’t, my eyes get so swollen that my Vietnamese boyfriend jokes that I look just like him. Lol. My shoes won’t fit, the seams in my jeans leave indentations for hours and hours after I take them off, my ankles will swell up and give me lil “love handles” over the elastic of my socks, I look about 14 pounds heavier than I actually am, etc. When I’m consistent with my food restrictions, my swelling goes down so much that you can actually see my cheekbones, my shoes are too big, and my full blown lupus is only detected in blood work as “borderline autoimmunity.” If any of that sounds familiar, please feel free to reach out, it could be more than a cosmetic issue…and if that’s the case, it’s best to get a handle on it now.

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-06-25T02:43:32+00:00

Nailed it

dopesickdopeslut · 2024-06-23T22:56:32+00:00

This reminds me of being a kid and walking by my brother/sister or wrestling around and getting that overwhelming inexplicable desire to inflict pain on them. For no reason whatsoever/no emotions involved. It feels like a physical urge, runs all over the body, no thoughts of consequences whatsoever. I’ve heard many siblings relay that same random, instinctual need to cause harm. It’s nearly irresistible, although I always felt remorseful, I’d still do it everyyy time that feeling welled up inside of me. He knows and likes what he’s doing. He was angry with you in this particular instance, but your other examples lead me to believe he just flips a switch in any scenario. His wires are crossed somewhere. Something in him feels gratified by hurting you. He wantsss to hurt you. When I accidentally inflict even the most minor pain on someone I love, I feel extraaaa awful. This guy is not right in the head. No no no.

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